"SUMMER, MICRO & KATHMANDU"

I usually don't travel by public vehicles by choice. I own a scooter, and go vroom vroom but unfortunately it’s a rest day for my scooter. What I hate the most of all is travelling in said "MICRO BUS" in hot summer's day. Scrap hate. I LOATHE!!!!

In an ideal world, a micro would be comfortable enough with 15 passenger. Air-conditioning would be blasting and all of those who are travelling would have a smile plastered on their faces.... But  NOOOOo !!!! Only in Nepal, at least 25 people are crammed into that tiny space and doesn’t even include those are standing. People act like they are in rush .... That they HAVE to board that vehicle. I let them who badly need to reach their destination get in first and settle for the seat that is close to the door.

My journey started from Gaushala. I got the window seat as I love to look out while traveling. that is the only thing I can do to refrain myself from jumping up and dancing NOT to 'Simple simple kanchi ko dimple" the driver plays oh so loud, which i also find shameless to singing along to. My ride was usually pleasant except for the occasional bumps and jerks. It’s the micro i have the issue with. The baneshwor route to be precise   From gaushala to new baneshwor it takes approximately 15 mins but ohh boy, it felt like an hour. Along the way it stops one too many times. "baneshwor ma ta jhari halchu ni" bereates the "khalashi" bhai to my complaints. He’s in tattered clothes and yet sports slick Ray bUn aviators. His bad DIY bleached hair is tied in a tiniest pony tail and the neck of his needed a good scrubbing.

Since I am sitting near to the door. Someone's underarm's right in front of my nose and that person has obviously never heard the name of deodorant. I tried to be polite so I didn't covered my nose. The door is closed. it’s so hot and the window aren't opened because "Uff kathmandu ko dhulo". I hold my breath until I succumb to my need to breath. The first whiff of my air I take was the smell of the underarm intermingled with a frat. Imagine a mutton curry left standing under the stifling sun for 3 days would smell like. Mix that with the most awful body odor you have ever came across. My stomach does somersaults and backhand springs. Nausea starts to kick in. my head feels light and before I throw up the khalashi bhai saves my day "naya baneshowr jharney koi chha?" mustering all the energy I can, I muttered "Chha"

It’s not over yet.. I handed him the fare. The "khalashi" bhai shouts that I gave him a rupee less. I shouted back I do not have 1 rupee. He shouted back " herda kheri dhani bau ko chooro. goji ma ek rupaiya ni nahuney" Touché !!!! I meekly shake my head and dash across the road passanger staring and pointing at me.

Oh the worse has yet to come... SUMMER has just begun

The haunted city "KATHMANDU"

The city is haunted

By old memories, old wounds

Every corner, every turns reminds you of better days. When hanging around in gallis and Chiya pasal made you feel cool and life seemed that bit sweeter. When you were on cups of life and all that it has to unleash on your grown up self.  Haunted by nostalgia: the taunting and testing of memories of good old days gone by.

The city is haunted

By familiar face, old acquaintances

Haunted by their judgement, by their perception, shaped by years of trickle down information that reached them completely and ridiculously uttered from truth. By their incessant questions, their hunger for dirt, and unparalleled capability of gossip.

Haunted by the casualties in the game we play. By the collateral damage in the politics of relationship, where loyalty and alliances comes in to play. By the irreparable damages of past mistake and the irreplaceable voids left behind by the people who once filled it.

This city is haunted

Muted scream and quite rage keep people awake at night. We are always chasing something or its running away. Chasing a favors, a debtor, petrol or gas, a job, a dream, hands always grasping thin air. And running away form the creditors, landlord, responsibility and disappointment. Clutching the frayed ends of hope.

We are all haunted by the fear that this could be as good as it gets; a life at best of sustenance and survival.

We are all haunted by the ghost of broken promises and bottled resentment. By misplaced priorities, rotting soul, greed and desperation: by corrupt officials and loan shark, inflated price and deflated sprits.

This city is haunted

Hunted by the hot headedness of the youth and reckless aloofness of the old.

No one is safe here. We all have our ghosts.

Imperfect life in a perfect way

I was so disgraced by everything around me being so imperfect. Hate, pain and sorrow seems to be in trend Where ever i go. Sometimes i sit back and wonder why there is so much of a hate, pain, sorrow and depression among youngster. Is it because the youngster these days are way much expecting things than we did in our times. Or is it because they are left free to do anything they want which further leads them in to such stage.

For me i always tried searching perfect within everything. And what i believed is that there’s always perfect within imperfect itself (like the x factor thing). All u need to do is to find it. I believe there’s always someone crazy enough and can relate to u, do crazy stuffs along with you and make your imperfect world a perfect one where u can find every joy and where there is no sign of sorrow. Someone who can always there for you and motivates and supports you in everything you do.

My life was never this perfect as it is now, my world was a mess. At times full of pain, sorrow and was depressed most of the time. The word "Friends" were no words to trust for and collogue was no more colleague after u were out of the office. Things were as hard as one can ever think of. Was alone within the crowd.

I have my sister who is crazy enough and understand me so well. She was always there for me and supported me in every way she can. We laughed and did so many crazy stuffs together that one can barely imagine of. Then a sudden thought drifted to my mind …… I realized that I was happy and smiling again. My sorrow was vanished in to the air.  Then came to know that u always don’t need a reason to be happy for. Sometimes doing things like a child - carefree, fun, and crazy to get your life back. And I always did the same.

There is another friend of mine named Raul, we were college friends. During our college we were just friends but as soon as the college was over we turned into best-friend. We both love doing all the crazy stuffs, i was comforting enough to act like a child again and have loads of fun and he was there acting like a child and doing all the crazy stuffs along with me.  I forgot all the stress of my work and what the sorrow was. We laugh at the face of sorrow and kept supporting each other. Together we were 100 times better than any individual in anything. It’s like we knew everything then rest of the world. And there was a friend of mine named Sania  ... damns she so much reminded me of my sister, she was as crazy as my sister. We used to have so much in common to talk about and even she did understand my silence as well.

So it is not necessary that you always have to live your life as other wants. Sometimes all u have to do is act crazy and break some bound. Live your life as the way you want….live yours imperfect life in a perfect way. Follow your dream and Be proud and say I did what I want. “Sometimes being crazy is not being crazy but giving other person to wonder how they are living their life”.

Glad to have you all in my live. Love you all ;)

Becoming An TECH_STEWART

Well to start with, on the 13th of May our 3 week intense course of social media courses started at global platform and here’s 17th of May to announce the Complete of the 1st week. During this we got so many thing across that always interested us and kept us curious that how a social media also can be a useful tools in creating a social awareness and how tactfully we can  challenge the problem that are still prevailed in the society. Before the course started we barely knew anything and now we are on the way of becoming a teck-Steward or also a good Hacktivism.

Hacktivism is an open-source implosion. It takes the best of hacking culture, and the imperatives of the quantum community, and fuses a solution. Hacktivism forges conscience with technology and girds us against the disagreeable nature of conflict. It allows us to mount better arguments, rally unseen allies, and take on any tyranny with various tools like Internet, Videography, Photography, Blog spot and different social Medias like Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Google+ Etc.

Well we really look forward to get more and more of a useful things and wide range of information by the end of this social media course and become a good Tech-steward and also a hacktivist.