Slipped birthdays. Hustle bustle of the pratice squeezed into an already busy day! Its amazing how so many things can still squeeze into that 24 hours and you thought you were the busy one.
This seems outdated when i see my husband spend hours at the facebook.
One more movie, few pages of the book i carry, an article, one more phone call, one more dish conjured...it will settle in somewhere between that busy schedule, so will these words.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
13Tzameti
Don't ask me to pronounce it.
From the subtelties of finer emotions. This one takes you to the death seat. How would you feel with a gun pointed on your head?
From the subtelties of finer emotions. This one takes you to the death seat. How would you feel with a gun pointed on your head?
Saturday, March 07, 2009
after a long time
Don't remember when i wrote my last one and don't know when i will be back for the next. Cannot trace in my memory what i wrote last, and can't say what words will flow next. It is like the changes happening these past few years, plucked from one side of the street to the other, one bosom to another, one JD plus many. Life seems to have taken a tumble, a fun one - a frivolous one and at the same time a serious one, which one camouflaging the other is hard to say. Discovering new people, experimenting simple but new dishes, finding unused soup spoons in never-opened drawers, entering a strange side of the world, being married - just hoping for another new beginnning - this one has been too good - touchwood. Bonds made stronger, energy renewed, new hopes and promises, ambitions grow and so does the mind. Cogito ergo sum. I think therefore I am. Why does a person - no, why do i need this strange hour to freshen up the mind? Is it because there is no chaos around? is it because the only sound there is - is the barking of dogs - incessantly far faraway in some unseen corner of the world, as if it is a 'figment of my imagination' - ah, this one is from rata-tu-e - wish i knew how to spell it.
Things happen so fast, it is difficult to record the emotions that come with it.
But it is nice to be here after such a long time - i have always liked corners i guess.
More later, definitely.
Things happen so fast, it is difficult to record the emotions that come with it.
But it is nice to be here after such a long time - i have always liked corners i guess.
More later, definitely.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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.
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.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
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?
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?
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
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.
Monday, July 07, 2008
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!
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!
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
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.
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.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
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…
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…
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
slow
i look around in a blank expression.
i am too tired...no, that's not the right expression...i am too dull to use the brain.
and on these days, you find everything boring either, or look at everything with a quizzical experssion.
with the same mood, i stare at my desk as my rest my back on my chair after a daunting email.
i wonder why i have three stones on my desk.
i brought them a month back to where they dwell now, picked them up from a river bed, washed and painted them red and here they are stone-still on my desk occupying six square inches of space on my jumbled, small desk.
i wonder their significance and whether i should just put them straight in the waste bin. then, i remember i don't have the energy or rather the motivation to do so. but what are they doing on my overcrowded desk?
with the stones, i turn a lil philosophical and a lil more dull to divert my mind to existentialism. what a heavy word. why are we all here in the first place and why just question the stone?
but the mind is too heavy and passive to think anything.
maybe coffee might help, i type to shris, as the boy places a cup of hot coffee on my desk - she's in the same mood as i and sends me a one-liner.
i am too tired...no, that's not the right expression...i am too dull to use the brain.
and on these days, you find everything boring either, or look at everything with a quizzical experssion.
with the same mood, i stare at my desk as my rest my back on my chair after a daunting email.
i wonder why i have three stones on my desk.
i brought them a month back to where they dwell now, picked them up from a river bed, washed and painted them red and here they are stone-still on my desk occupying six square inches of space on my jumbled, small desk.
i wonder their significance and whether i should just put them straight in the waste bin. then, i remember i don't have the energy or rather the motivation to do so. but what are they doing on my overcrowded desk?
with the stones, i turn a lil philosophical and a lil more dull to divert my mind to existentialism. what a heavy word. why are we all here in the first place and why just question the stone?
but the mind is too heavy and passive to think anything.
maybe coffee might help, i type to shris, as the boy places a cup of hot coffee on my desk - she's in the same mood as i and sends me a one-liner.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
knock-knock
What a break. What a brake.
Back to work after a long exhilarating break is mind boggling - you can imagine!
Let me get back to my self before I spit out incoherent ramblings here...
Back to work after a long exhilarating break is mind boggling - you can imagine!
Let me get back to my self before I spit out incoherent ramblings here...
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Happy Diwali! ...Pani Puri & Patiyalas
Like a sudden jolt of electric current ran through her body, she woke up with a start – gosh! Where am I? she had ordered a plate of momo: the belle type with 5 kinds on a single plate. And it was there on her desk, neatly wrapped in a food wrapper. The delivery boy had also left the bill tucked under it – he should have woken me up! she murmurmed. She felt for her watch on her wrist – shit, she’d forgotten it – then instinctively glanced up for the golden Orpat beside the door – 7.15pm. She had forgotten to switch on Federer’s match again. She had slept through it. She couldn’t believe it! she had waited to watch the match all year long, and she had slept through it – she had slept through the finals of Wimbeldon and that too on such odd times of the day!! She had never before winked a nap at 5ish! It was mad!!
The feeling of disgust was showing on everything she did after that. The momo: seemed to be rotten as if her regular belle had been minced with something else. Rotten veggies maybe. She carried her back pack down the empty white stairs and through the hallway, where customers flocked by on working days. As she punched her check out card, she dumped the momo: down the wooden bin.
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Outside, the sun shone bright to hit her eyes with a torturous glare. She crossed the street before a whizzing bike. The rider shouted an abusive remark to this hard-headed lady who crossed the road before a speeding motor bike – You Mad?! She got a minor sadistic pleasure at having made someone else irritated too. A plate of Pani Puri – she ordered at the counter before taking a seat beside the window. The seat was warm under her and the sun rays now hit her. She could take this for a while – just a while. Then she will have to move from this seat, it would be just too hot.
The mouth watering pani puri in front of her calmed down her mood. These broken potato filled puchkas with salted water had a different charm to her. Vanilla? 21 Love? Very very strawberry? She checked for ice cream – no-thing ma-am just butterescoh - and that’s what she had.
As she gazed out at the busy streets below, she realized that she liked a good street view while eating out alone – maybe because it gave her a feeling of engagement, maybe it gave her strings of thought for her next blog, or maybe she just liked to see people in action, or maybe she liked the variety the view of the real life window gave her as opposed to directed-blinkered TV shows. As these things were playing in her mind – it flicked channels to a lady in blue and pink patiyalas. This lady walked briskly across the street with a filmy breeze on her open long thick well-maintained hair. She noticed her shoes as she stepped out a white Toyota car – pink too. Wo! She thought – that’s cute.
With the last panipuri shoved in, she made a mental note to sew a patiyala some time this diwali – maybe she will ask her brother on bhai tika.
The feeling of disgust was showing on everything she did after that. The momo: seemed to be rotten as if her regular belle had been minced with something else. Rotten veggies maybe. She carried her back pack down the empty white stairs and through the hallway, where customers flocked by on working days. As she punched her check out card, she dumped the momo: down the wooden bin.
************************************
Outside, the sun shone bright to hit her eyes with a torturous glare. She crossed the street before a whizzing bike. The rider shouted an abusive remark to this hard-headed lady who crossed the road before a speeding motor bike – You Mad?! She got a minor sadistic pleasure at having made someone else irritated too. A plate of Pani Puri – she ordered at the counter before taking a seat beside the window. The seat was warm under her and the sun rays now hit her. She could take this for a while – just a while. Then she will have to move from this seat, it would be just too hot.
The mouth watering pani puri in front of her calmed down her mood. These broken potato filled puchkas with salted water had a different charm to her. Vanilla? 21 Love? Very very strawberry? She checked for ice cream – no-thing ma-am just butterescoh - and that’s what she had.
As she gazed out at the busy streets below, she realized that she liked a good street view while eating out alone – maybe because it gave her a feeling of engagement, maybe it gave her strings of thought for her next blog, or maybe she just liked to see people in action, or maybe she liked the variety the view of the real life window gave her as opposed to directed-blinkered TV shows. As these things were playing in her mind – it flicked channels to a lady in blue and pink patiyalas. This lady walked briskly across the street with a filmy breeze on her open long thick well-maintained hair. She noticed her shoes as she stepped out a white Toyota car – pink too. Wo! She thought – that’s cute.
With the last panipuri shoved in, she made a mental note to sew a patiyala some time this diwali – maybe she will ask her brother on bhai tika.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
2bg
hectic days ... are flashy days...
as in if you try to remember what you did all day...
you go blank for while...then remember bits n pieces of stuff..
and then you hate urself for trying to remember anything of the rush...
i remember the flash pen in MiB, when the men blacken out each other's memories...
as in if you try to remember what you did all day...
you go blank for while...then remember bits n pieces of stuff..
and then you hate urself for trying to remember anything of the rush...
i remember the flash pen in MiB, when the men blacken out each other's memories...
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Kathmandu!
As i sat staring out to the busy street of NewRoad with my too burgery-burger and a fanta for a change of taste at HotBreads, i realised that quite a few customers entered the joint because of the food on the window display. It was a direct attack on the taste buds and the saliva glands - directly through a POP display of product - not a poster, not a TVC or a jingle - a yummy burger and a fresh chocolate donut on the display - why wouldn't it bring in customers?! No wonder HotBreads is a favorite!
As I was slipping myself through the every possible nook and corner of the crammed traffic at 'Indrachowk before Tihar', I saw a thick moustached taller-than-all-Nepali-around tourist (you can visualize what i mean if you have seen one)... so i saw this guy with a handycam standing right in the middle of the crossroad taking a 180 degree view of the crowd and the mess and the shops and the people and the traffic...and i thought what a great idea of showing Kathmandu to his family and friends back home! Coz whatsoever you describe to them, and the scores of photographs of the durbar square and the surrounding mountain ranges wouldn't give them the feel of kathmandu unless they see this crossroad of Indrachowk and Newroad with all the lively things going around with their own eyes...Lovely!
If you come to Kathmandu, and ask people where should you go and shop? they'd tell you either or all of these three names that pop up in our heads - ToM- top of mind - NewRoad, Thamel, DurbarMarg - - Thamel and NewRoad are quite crowded places - all year round. I had met a few Indian colleagues of mine during a training a few months back. They were quite taken back by a few strange things in kathmandu at that point in time which were evident by their questions to me - e.g. Are those long queue for petrol? (what an innocent question, i thought, ofcourse!). And of the three shopping places i suggested them, they did all the shopping while traversing from one to the next... wow! that's even wonderful.
As I was slipping myself through the every possible nook and corner of the crammed traffic at 'Indrachowk before Tihar', I saw a thick moustached taller-than-all-Nepali-around tourist (you can visualize what i mean if you have seen one)... so i saw this guy with a handycam standing right in the middle of the crossroad taking a 180 degree view of the crowd and the mess and the shops and the people and the traffic...and i thought what a great idea of showing Kathmandu to his family and friends back home! Coz whatsoever you describe to them, and the scores of photographs of the durbar square and the surrounding mountain ranges wouldn't give them the feel of kathmandu unless they see this crossroad of Indrachowk and Newroad with all the lively things going around with their own eyes...Lovely!
If you come to Kathmandu, and ask people where should you go and shop? they'd tell you either or all of these three names that pop up in our heads - ToM- top of mind - NewRoad, Thamel, DurbarMarg - - Thamel and NewRoad are quite crowded places - all year round. I had met a few Indian colleagues of mine during a training a few months back. They were quite taken back by a few strange things in kathmandu at that point in time which were evident by their questions to me - e.g. Are those long queue for petrol? (what an innocent question, i thought, ofcourse!). And of the three shopping places i suggested them, they did all the shopping while traversing from one to the next... wow! that's even wonderful.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
just in rest
Even in the rush of events, i started a new book a few days back... it's called 'Losing my Virginity' an autobiography of Richard Branson. Through a few pages, and m already inspired!! one of his school teachers predicted him to be either in prison or to be a millionaire...well, he got both! interesting.
Medicines from the time of Vaidya-jis are still in vogue...i could make from the long queue i saw early morning at a vaidya i recently visited...n i feared to be the only one there!
Kathmandu is definitely low-some for gambling this season seems like...
Politics is still the same..they hardly decided a thing but toss the decisions around. it's like a chess game that's never finished - and each move takes the longest hour...
Clouds have cleared up in Kathmandu skies and the sun has shown itself out...but alas we workers clog on within ac-ed rooms to wish for the open and the sun...chug chug chug...we don't need no education... ... we don't need no thought control........
n i'm free......free fallin'........
it's my brother's birthday today. Just in case he rambles to my page...here's a song for you...
Happy Berthday to you....
Happy Burthday to you...
Happy Birthday dear Arvind...Hyappy Birth....day...to you!
Medicines from the time of Vaidya-jis are still in vogue...i could make from the long queue i saw early morning at a vaidya i recently visited...n i feared to be the only one there!
Kathmandu is definitely low-some for gambling this season seems like...
Politics is still the same..they hardly decided a thing but toss the decisions around. it's like a chess game that's never finished - and each move takes the longest hour...
Clouds have cleared up in Kathmandu skies and the sun has shown itself out...but alas we workers clog on within ac-ed rooms to wish for the open and the sun...chug chug chug...we don't need no education... ... we don't need no thought control........
n i'm free......free fallin'........
it's my brother's birthday today. Just in case he rambles to my page...here's a song for you...
Happy Berthday to you....
Happy Burthday to you...
Happy Birthday dear Arvind...Hyappy Birth....day...to you!
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