I am bragging about my title. Thanks to them for their support. :)
Sunday, 30 October 2011
MeroReport - Encouraging and supporting citizen journalism in Nepal
People, Things & Usage
Hi everyone,
Here is a story: Again sharing another Junk Mail.
"A man was polishing his new car; his 4 yr old son picked up a stone & scratched on the side of the car. In anger, the furious Man took his child's hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father....with painful eyes he asked 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?' The man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to the car and kicked it many times. Devastated by his own actions... sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches, His son had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'. Â Next day that man committed suicide...Anger and Love have no limits... Always remember..... " Things are to be used and people are to be loved " but the problem in today's world is.... " People are being USED & Things are being LOVED."
After reading this mail and the contents I realised I also should control my anger as well. It's a short rage like a Tsunami of feelings which'll destroy whatever comes in its way.
Somebody emailed me the above story. I'm sure you will like it. To me, this story once again reminds how precious people are.
Here is a story: Again sharing another Junk Mail.
"A man was polishing his new car; his 4 yr old son picked up a stone & scratched on the side of the car. In anger, the furious Man took his child's hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures. When the child saw his father....with painful eyes he asked 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?' The man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to the car and kicked it many times. Devastated by his own actions... sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches, His son had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'. Â Next day that man committed suicide...Anger and Love have no limits... Always remember..... " Things are to be used and people are to be loved " but the problem in today's world is.... " People are being USED & Things are being LOVED."
After reading this mail and the contents I realised I also should control my anger as well. It's a short rage like a Tsunami of feelings which'll destroy whatever comes in its way.
Somebody emailed me the above story. I'm sure you will like it. To me, this story once again reminds how precious people are.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
WHY WOMEN ARE SO SPECIAL???
One day I was going through my junk mails and I came across this lovely mail. Usually I ignore my junk mails But this mail or my good luck I saw and read it. I'm glad I read it. :)
WHY WOMEN ARE SO SPECIAL . . .
Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said, "I'm tired, and it's
getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's
lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on
the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the
grocery store. She put both near her bag.
Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night
Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth
and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said. She put some water into the dog's dish
and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and
the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed." And he did...without another thought. Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...?
'CAUSE THEY ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL.......
(and they can't die sooner, they still have things to do!!!!)
Send this to five phenomenal women today...they' ll love you for
it!
And Forward this to as many men as you can so that they know why
women are so special :) .........!
God's very own creation! :)
WHY WOMEN ARE SO SPECIAL . . .
Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said, "I'm tired, and it's
getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's
lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on
the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the
grocery store. She put both near her bag.
Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night
Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth
and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said. She put some water into the dog's dish
and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and
the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed." And he did...without another thought. Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...?
'CAUSE THEY ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL.......
(and they can't die sooner, they still have things to do!!!!)
Send this to five phenomenal women today...they' ll love you for
it!
And Forward this to as many men as you can so that they know why
women are so special :) .........!
God's very own creation! :)
Thursday, 27 October 2011
What my Father says!
Hello dear readers,
My father is a normal human being who likes to talk, write, sing, dance and enjoy life. He also writes poems, essays and many things. He has written, composed and sang some songs as well. Anyways I'm not here to introduce him and make his publicity here in my blog.
There are many things that my father says and does. I do not agree 100% with him but I do keep in mind what he says.
Here's the recent one I liked most and I want to share it here. According to him:
What do people take away when they DIE??
• What's Eaten or drunk (खाएको / िपएको )
• What's rotten away (िखएको)
• What's been seen or heard (देखेको/सुनेको)
What do people leave behind when they DIE??
• What's given (िदएको)
• What's written (लेखेको)
• What's spoken or done (बोलेको/गरेको)
We are born in this world to live and we should live to fullest as well as do something that will leave a mark in the society even after we die. Make your life worthwhile, do something for your society, community or country and make your existance recognised. I haven't done much for my country or society but I hope and wish to do it someday.
Thank you all for visiting my blog. Much obliged. :)
My father is a normal human being who likes to talk, write, sing, dance and enjoy life. He also writes poems, essays and many things. He has written, composed and sang some songs as well. Anyways I'm not here to introduce him and make his publicity here in my blog.
There are many things that my father says and does. I do not agree 100% with him but I do keep in mind what he says.
Here's the recent one I liked most and I want to share it here. According to him:
What do people take away when they DIE??
• What's Eaten or drunk (खाएको / िपएको )
• What's rotten away (िखएको)
• What's been seen or heard (देखेको/सुनेको)
What do people leave behind when they DIE??
• What's given (िदएको)
• What's written (लेखेको)
• What's spoken or done (बोलेको/गरेको)
We are born in this world to live and we should live to fullest as well as do something that will leave a mark in the society even after we die. Make your life worthwhile, do something for your society, community or country and make your existance recognised. I haven't done much for my country or society but I hope and wish to do it someday.
Thank you all for visiting my blog. Much obliged. :)
Delightful and Bright festival of Tihar!
This time of year is the Festival of Tihar. It's also called Deepawali or Dewali or Teuhaar by Indians. Mostly Hindus celebrate Tihar but in Nepal it's like a National Festival. I would prefer calling it 'Tihar' and one of the Nepal's biggest festival after Dashain.
What do we do?
You must have heard it already but still I like to share what I know of Tihar. Correct me if I do any mistakes.
Precisely speaking, I only know what my mother taught us about Tihar. Also what I heard throughout my life in Nepal about Tihar.
We (Nepali) celebrate it in 5 days. Each day has it's own speciality and each day is celebrated with significance.
Day 1
Crow is worshipped on day 1 as it is believed that once CROWS were human's messenger. They are free bird. This day crows are well fed and worshipped.
Day 2
This day is for dogs. Strange but true. Hinduism respects animals. It is believed that dogs are the protectors and securities of our home and they are very loyal. My mom also says dogs help us to cross a big river after we're dead (life after death thing). Dogs are fed and worshipped. Even the abondoned dogs of streets are treated well this day.
Day 3
2 things are carried out this day. In the morning 'Cow' is fed and worshipped. It is believed that cow is the mother and she provides us many things. My mom told me that the piece of thread that we put in our wrist on the day of 'Janai Purnima' is then taken out and tied on the tail of a cow. I remember I tied it on calf's tail.
In the evening, Laxmi (Goddess of Wealth) pooja is carried out. Every house is bright with candles, lights and fireworks are also used. It is believed that Laxmi will enter that house which seems the brightest with lights. Bribing the Goddess hehe. I remember back home I loved it so much. A group of females go to houses, they sing, they dance and entertain. They're called 'Bhaileni' and they play 'Bhailo'. It's a nice custom as long as it's not abused. In return the homeowner gives them food, rice and money; the bhailo group then gives them blessings. I used to go to 'Bhaili' when I was small but later I stopped. In London, Hindus here put fireworks all night.
Day 4
This day is for worshipping 'Bull'. Why? I don't know the exact reason but again my mom says bulls help us to plough the fields and make it possible to grow crops. Since Nepal is still an agricultural country bulls are still used to plough fields.
In the evening, group of males gather and do the same thing as females did a day earlier. They go to houses sing, dance and entertain and makes the environment fun. The group is called 'Deusi'. They also give blessings after they receive their award. My brother always used to end up at our home about 1 am with his band. And we had to listen to them in half asleep mood. We even had to make tea and give to them in the middle of the night ufff.
Day 5
Yay I love this day. Just Kidding. This day is called 'Bhai Tika'. The day is for brother- sister to show and express their love, respect and intimacy.
It is believed that sisters put give things to protect their brothers. First they circle their brothers with oil and water, put 7 (red, green, blue, yellow, etc) colourful tika on forhead, put garland of Makhmali flower (Globe Amaranth). Makhmali flower is also called Supari full or Ajambari full as it never really dies. The sisters then smash the Walnut pretending it is the Yumraaj's head. So, until the Makhmali flower (Ajambari) dries out and the colourful tika fades away, sisters protect brothers. (mind you 'Ajambari' means 'Never dying').
Sisters feed them well and brothers treat them well (referring to money or any gift in bhai tika hehe)! May Yamaraaj (the guy who takes away people to death) won't succeed in taking away our brothers.
Hence the festival of Tihar finishes. I love each and everything connected to Tihar.
Happy Tihar to all of you. I am very busy preparing for special day, the 5th Day when my brothers come to visit me. Hope you also have loads of fun.
Cheerio :)
What do we do?
You must have heard it already but still I like to share what I know of Tihar. Correct me if I do any mistakes.
Precisely speaking, I only know what my mother taught us about Tihar. Also what I heard throughout my life in Nepal about Tihar.
We (Nepali) celebrate it in 5 days. Each day has it's own speciality and each day is celebrated with significance.
Day 1
Crow is worshipped on day 1 as it is believed that once CROWS were human's messenger. They are free bird. This day crows are well fed and worshipped.
Day 2
This day is for dogs. Strange but true. Hinduism respects animals. It is believed that dogs are the protectors and securities of our home and they are very loyal. My mom also says dogs help us to cross a big river after we're dead (life after death thing). Dogs are fed and worshipped. Even the abondoned dogs of streets are treated well this day.
Day 3
2 things are carried out this day. In the morning 'Cow' is fed and worshipped. It is believed that cow is the mother and she provides us many things. My mom told me that the piece of thread that we put in our wrist on the day of 'Janai Purnima' is then taken out and tied on the tail of a cow. I remember I tied it on calf's tail.
In the evening, Laxmi (Goddess of Wealth) pooja is carried out. Every house is bright with candles, lights and fireworks are also used. It is believed that Laxmi will enter that house which seems the brightest with lights. Bribing the Goddess hehe. I remember back home I loved it so much. A group of females go to houses, they sing, they dance and entertain. They're called 'Bhaileni' and they play 'Bhailo'. It's a nice custom as long as it's not abused. In return the homeowner gives them food, rice and money; the bhailo group then gives them blessings. I used to go to 'Bhaili' when I was small but later I stopped. In London, Hindus here put fireworks all night.
Day 4
This day is for worshipping 'Bull'. Why? I don't know the exact reason but again my mom says bulls help us to plough the fields and make it possible to grow crops. Since Nepal is still an agricultural country bulls are still used to plough fields.
In the evening, group of males gather and do the same thing as females did a day earlier. They go to houses sing, dance and entertain and makes the environment fun. The group is called 'Deusi'. They also give blessings after they receive their award. My brother always used to end up at our home about 1 am with his band. And we had to listen to them in half asleep mood. We even had to make tea and give to them in the middle of the night ufff.
Day 5
Yay I love this day. Just Kidding. This day is called 'Bhai Tika'. The day is for brother- sister to show and express their love, respect and intimacy.
It is believed that sisters put give things to protect their brothers. First they circle their brothers with oil and water, put 7 (red, green, blue, yellow, etc) colourful tika on forhead, put garland of Makhmali flower (Globe Amaranth). Makhmali flower is also called Supari full or Ajambari full as it never really dies. The sisters then smash the Walnut pretending it is the Yumraaj's head. So, until the Makhmali flower (Ajambari) dries out and the colourful tika fades away, sisters protect brothers. (mind you 'Ajambari' means 'Never dying').
Sisters feed them well and brothers treat them well (referring to money or any gift in bhai tika hehe)! May Yamaraaj (the guy who takes away people to death) won't succeed in taking away our brothers.
Hence the festival of Tihar finishes. I love each and everything connected to Tihar.
Happy Tihar to all of you. I am very busy preparing for special day, the 5th Day when my brothers come to visit me. Hope you also have loads of fun.
Cheerio :)
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Kazuo Ishiguro
(Note: This article is taken straight from Psychologies Magazine.
Kazuo Ishiguro
Novelist Kazuo Ishiguro,56, was born in Nagasaki, Japan, but moved to England as a child. He has been nominated for the Man Booker Prize four times, winning in 1989 for "The Remains Of The Day", which became an Oscar-Nominated film. He lives in London with his wife and daughter.
What inspires you?
I'm interested in what people do with their lives, as it's easy to waste the precious years we have. In a sad way, life is too short for us to learn to do it properly. It's poignant to see someone realising it's too late to rectify mistakes. They can't regenerate, like Doctor Who. You only get one chance. That's the overall theme in 'Never Let Me Go', 'The Remains Of The Day' and most of my other books.
How do you feel about getting older?
Nobody likes ageing, but being young is full of insecurities.
I have a teenage daughter and , when I see her friends, I think, 'God! There's so much they have to go through'. It might be nice to stay around mid-thirties for ever, but there's something interesting about continuing the journey.
What would be your advice for your childhood self?
Don't take life so seriously. But y generation was very privileged. We didn't fear unemployment. Kids today are under huge pressure. So my advice would be not to get stressed out. I try to pass that on to my daugjter, but it's a tense, competitive world for young people.
Do you enjoy reading other people's book?
Yes although I used to avoid reading fiction beacuse the voices might spill into my writing. I'd go years without reading a novel. It was films that shaped my ideaog how to tell a story. [Film-maker Michael] Powel and [Emeric] Pressburger had a profound influence on me. When I started writing about Englans, I was inspired by films such as The Life And Death of Colonel Blimp.
Who's your favourite fictional hero or heroine?
I'm fond of Charlotte Brontë's narrators : Lucy Snowe in Villette, and Jane Eyre. I learned a lot from them about emotionally restrained characters who don't really tell the reader what they're feeling. You have to read between the lines.
How do you like to work?
If I'm writing a first draft, I do three or four hours a day at most, as the quality goes after a while. But once I've got a rough draft, and I'm not digging into something nebulous and strange, I can work for much longer. I prefer to write longhand, for the first draft anyway, because I like the intimacy of it. I only use the internet for email and looking up easential things. I'm not on facebook.
Have you ever suffered a crisis of confidence?
I've never been confident about my abilities. When I finish a book, it always feelks like a complete and utter fluke. I think ,'I got lucky that time, but I can't rely on it happening again.' It's a perpetual crisis of confident.
A film adaptatiom of Kazuo Ishigura's novel 'Never let me Go", starring Keira Knightley and Carey Mullingan, is in cinemas on 11 February.
Complided by me
"PSYCHOLOGIES" magazine, issued on February 2011.
Kazuo Ishiguro
Novelist Kazuo Ishiguro,56, was born in Nagasaki, Japan, but moved to England as a child. He has been nominated for the Man Booker Prize four times, winning in 1989 for "The Remains Of The Day", which became an Oscar-Nominated film. He lives in London with his wife and daughter.
What inspires you?
I'm interested in what people do with their lives, as it's easy to waste the precious years we have. In a sad way, life is too short for us to learn to do it properly. It's poignant to see someone realising it's too late to rectify mistakes. They can't regenerate, like Doctor Who. You only get one chance. That's the overall theme in 'Never Let Me Go', 'The Remains Of The Day' and most of my other books.
How do you feel about getting older?
Nobody likes ageing, but being young is full of insecurities.
I have a teenage daughter and , when I see her friends, I think, 'God! There's so much they have to go through'. It might be nice to stay around mid-thirties for ever, but there's something interesting about continuing the journey.
What would be your advice for your childhood self?
Don't take life so seriously. But y generation was very privileged. We didn't fear unemployment. Kids today are under huge pressure. So my advice would be not to get stressed out. I try to pass that on to my daugjter, but it's a tense, competitive world for young people.
Do you enjoy reading other people's book?
Yes although I used to avoid reading fiction beacuse the voices might spill into my writing. I'd go years without reading a novel. It was films that shaped my ideaog how to tell a story. [Film-maker Michael] Powel and [Emeric] Pressburger had a profound influence on me. When I started writing about Englans, I was inspired by films such as The Life And Death of Colonel Blimp.
Who's your favourite fictional hero or heroine?
I'm fond of Charlotte Brontë's narrators : Lucy Snowe in Villette, and Jane Eyre. I learned a lot from them about emotionally restrained characters who don't really tell the reader what they're feeling. You have to read between the lines.
How do you like to work?
If I'm writing a first draft, I do three or four hours a day at most, as the quality goes after a while. But once I've got a rough draft, and I'm not digging into something nebulous and strange, I can work for much longer. I prefer to write longhand, for the first draft anyway, because I like the intimacy of it. I only use the internet for email and looking up easential things. I'm not on facebook.
Have you ever suffered a crisis of confidence?
I've never been confident about my abilities. When I finish a book, it always feelks like a complete and utter fluke. I think ,'I got lucky that time, but I can't rely on it happening again.' It's a perpetual crisis of confident.
A film adaptatiom of Kazuo Ishigura's novel 'Never let me Go", starring Keira Knightley and Carey Mullingan, is in cinemas on 11 February.
Complided by me
"PSYCHOLOGIES" magazine, issued on February 2011.
Monday, 24 October 2011
Legally 18 (birthday of one of brother from another mother)
Hello all,
Yesterday evening I went to celebrate of one the brother I met recently. It was a surprise birthday party organised by his parents. I only know him for hardly a year now but they've really welcomed me in their surrounding. They're not really from Nepal but they are Nepalese; what I'm trying to say is they are Nepalese from Eastern part of India.
Since I only knew them and one of the other brother, I just felt like sitting in the corner. There was a concert going on. They told Birthday boy that that was a charity gig. But he and we all knew that something is fishy. Anyways they played nice songs. Few minutes later two girls and a lady joined me saying nobody should be left feeling isolated. So nice of them. I enjoyed their company a lot. Aunty was cool and as well as two girls both 21. One was half Nepalese half British. She looks like her Nepali mom but still because of her hair and complexion nobody could guess she could be Nepali as well. Other girl was of my cast Limbu but she's also half Chhetri. Cool!!! She's also very sweet. Both of them were down to earth and I just felt so nice to know them. I met few more people as well of different ethinicity and different background.
This was not just an ordinary birthday party, it was his 18th birthday party. Here after the age of 18 you are legally allowed to do many things. And this girl with me commented,'Now you'll be thrown out of the house legally as well!" that was a funny joke but a practical joke hahaha. His dad gave him a pint of BEER himself. What a scene aai, in Nepal I don't think we can see many cases like that. After the cake cutting ceremony we all danced, oh my god few dancers were amazing. Like the ones we see in TV. I also showed them few moves hehe but I was nothing infront of them.
This was not the first time I went to any party alone but still managed to have a great time. Thanks to lovely girls, aunt, birthday boy, his parents and the cool DJ who played nice numbers. May he be blessed with many good and fruitful years ahead in his life.
God bless you Pepe (his nickname)
........................
Answers to yesterdays riddle. How much of it were you able to guess correctly?
1. j (Smoker)
2. m (Angel)
3. b (Graduate)
4. f (Baby)
5. c (Chef)
6. e (Homer Simpson)
7. g (Moustached)
8. k (Elvis Presley)
9. a (Cindy Crawford)
10. d (Clown)
11. i (Bucktoothed)
12. h (Walrus)
13. l (Dunce)
Yesterday evening I went to celebrate of one the brother I met recently. It was a surprise birthday party organised by his parents. I only know him for hardly a year now but they've really welcomed me in their surrounding. They're not really from Nepal but they are Nepalese; what I'm trying to say is they are Nepalese from Eastern part of India.
Since I only knew them and one of the other brother, I just felt like sitting in the corner. There was a concert going on. They told Birthday boy that that was a charity gig. But he and we all knew that something is fishy. Anyways they played nice songs. Few minutes later two girls and a lady joined me saying nobody should be left feeling isolated. So nice of them. I enjoyed their company a lot. Aunty was cool and as well as two girls both 21. One was half Nepalese half British. She looks like her Nepali mom but still because of her hair and complexion nobody could guess she could be Nepali as well. Other girl was of my cast Limbu but she's also half Chhetri. Cool!!! She's also very sweet. Both of them were down to earth and I just felt so nice to know them. I met few more people as well of different ethinicity and different background.
This was not just an ordinary birthday party, it was his 18th birthday party. Here after the age of 18 you are legally allowed to do many things. And this girl with me commented,'Now you'll be thrown out of the house legally as well!" that was a funny joke but a practical joke hahaha. His dad gave him a pint of BEER himself. What a scene aai, in Nepal I don't think we can see many cases like that. After the cake cutting ceremony we all danced, oh my god few dancers were amazing. Like the ones we see in TV. I also showed them few moves hehe but I was nothing infront of them.
This was not the first time I went to any party alone but still managed to have a great time. Thanks to lovely girls, aunt, birthday boy, his parents and the cool DJ who played nice numbers. May he be blessed with many good and fruitful years ahead in his life.
God bless you Pepe (his nickname)
........................
Answers to yesterdays riddle. How much of it were you able to guess correctly?
1. j (Smoker)
2. m (Angel)
3. b (Graduate)
4. f (Baby)
5. c (Chef)
6. e (Homer Simpson)
7. g (Moustached)
8. k (Elvis Presley)
9. a (Cindy Crawford)
10. d (Clown)
11. i (Bucktoothed)
12. h (Walrus)
13. l (Dunce)
Sunday, 23 October 2011
What a cast of Characters. Solve it!
Something to share: (again another interesting challenge from Reader's Digest).
What a cast of characters! Each symbol, or emoticon, below is a clever face made by a series of keystrokes. Tilt your head to the left to see the faces and then match them up with the clues. For example. The icon :-[ represents Vampire.
1. :-Q
2. O:-)
3. Q:-)
4. ~:0
5. C=:-)
6. (_8^(|)
7. :-{)
8. 5:-)
9. :-.)
10. *<:O)
11. :-B
12. (:3=
13. <:-(
a. Cindy Crawford
b. Graduate
c. Chef
d. Clown
e. Homer Simpson
f. Baby
g. Moustached
h. Walrus
i. Bucktoohed
j. Smoker
k. Elvis Presley
l. Dunce
m. Angel
Solve the challenge. Find the right match for the above numbers with below alphabets.
Results will be issued tomorrow.
Compiled by Shaku Limbu from Reader's Digest issue November 2006.
What a cast of characters! Each symbol, or emoticon, below is a clever face made by a series of keystrokes. Tilt your head to the left to see the faces and then match them up with the clues. For example. The icon :-[ represents Vampire.
1. :-Q
2. O:-)
3. Q:-)
4. ~:0
5. C=:-)
6. (_8^(|)
7. :-{)
8. 5:-)
9. :-.)
10. *<:O)
11. :-B
12. (:3=
13. <:-(
a. Cindy Crawford
b. Graduate
c. Chef
d. Clown
e. Homer Simpson
f. Baby
g. Moustached
h. Walrus
i. Bucktoohed
j. Smoker
k. Elvis Presley
l. Dunce
m. Angel
Solve the challenge. Find the right match for the above numbers with below alphabets.
Results will be issued tomorrow.
Compiled by Shaku Limbu from Reader's Digest issue November 2006.
Saturday, 22 October 2011
U, Me n Us (Ex- Little Angels' School students)
Today 22nd October 2011, we (Ex-Little Angels' School students) had a plan to meet up in Aldershot. There was no fixed plan and no organisers. I was excited since morning. Since there wasn't anything organised and sorted we didn't call it Little Angels' get together cause if we put our school's name it should be a proper one. So, we thought of meeting up again next summer in London.
At first, we felt lost. The place was already full of people, our friends were late and didn't know what to do. They gave us nice seating area but little high, our legs were hanging. We all started talking and everybody were so engaged doing chit-chat. We all exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and even added in facebook there and then. It was fun meeting all of them. The SLC batch was '98, '99 and '00 mostly. We tagged each other in Facebook and posted photos of drinks and us. Soon the place started playing nice songs. One guy was singing really nicely. I just felt like taking his picture; he had cool voice. Meals finished, deals sealed, wounds of past healed and swallowing the last sip of drinks we came out from the venue. Most of us lived 100s of miles away from there. We took many group pictures. There were few white people passing by and yelling 'Namaste' haha even they know who we are now, a Nepali. Aldershot is densely populated by Nepali people.
We hugged each other goodbye promising to meet each other in next gettogether, the proper one and we will call it our school's REUNION. I would like to call hundreds of those Ex-LA students to turn up next time to make it history. We have some great plans the other time. Till then we just wait. LETS BETTER MAKE THAT HAPPEN.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Angels'_School
At first, we felt lost. The place was already full of people, our friends were late and didn't know what to do. They gave us nice seating area but little high, our legs were hanging. We all started talking and everybody were so engaged doing chit-chat. We all exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and even added in facebook there and then. It was fun meeting all of them. The SLC batch was '98, '99 and '00 mostly. We tagged each other in Facebook and posted photos of drinks and us. Soon the place started playing nice songs. One guy was singing really nicely. I just felt like taking his picture; he had cool voice. Meals finished, deals sealed, wounds of past healed and swallowing the last sip of drinks we came out from the venue. Most of us lived 100s of miles away from there. We took many group pictures. There were few white people passing by and yelling 'Namaste' haha even they know who we are now, a Nepali. Aldershot is densely populated by Nepali people.
We hugged each other goodbye promising to meet each other in next gettogether, the proper one and we will call it our school's REUNION. I would like to call hundreds of those Ex-LA students to turn up next time to make it history. We have some great plans the other time. Till then we just wait. LETS BETTER MAKE THAT HAPPEN.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Angels'_School
Friday, 21 October 2011
Let's laugh, Reader's Digest
Hey there all,
I am a Reader's Digest reader since many many years. It has got many useful informations packed in small package.
More laughter from RD,
A Musical Glossary :
Jazz : Five men on the same stage playing different tunes.
Blues : Played exclusively by people who woke up this morning.
World Music : A dozen different types of percussion going on at once.
Opera : People singing when they should be talking.
Rap : People talking when they should be singing.
Classic : Discover the other 45 minutes from the TV advert.
Folk : Endless songs about shipwrecks in the 19th century.
Jack stumbled into the house.
"What's wrong?" asked his wife.
"I had a great idea," he gasped, smiling proudly. "I ran all the way home behind the bus and saved myself 75 pence."
His wife frowned. "That's just like you, Jack, always thinking small," she said, shaking her head. "Why didn't you run behind a taxi and save yourself £10?"
Life's like that
My mother was often asked to make cakes for birthdays.
One December she received a flood of orders and was trying frantically to finish our own sumptuous family Christmas cake at the time.
Halfway through icing it, she realised with horror that she had decorated the cake with the inscription : "Happy Birthday".
After a brief consideration, she added the word "Jesus" underneath.
His new hybrid petrol/ electric car was my friend's pride and joy. He was always bragging about it and boring everyone to death.
As he was giving us a lift one day, he pontificated,"They should have a special lane for people who care about the environment."
"They already do," came a voice from the backseat. "It's called the pavement".
Compiled by Shaku :) from Reader's Digest.
I am a Reader's Digest reader since many many years. It has got many useful informations packed in small package.
More laughter from RD,
A Musical Glossary :
Jazz : Five men on the same stage playing different tunes.
Blues : Played exclusively by people who woke up this morning.
World Music : A dozen different types of percussion going on at once.
Opera : People singing when they should be talking.
Rap : People talking when they should be singing.
Classic : Discover the other 45 minutes from the TV advert.
Folk : Endless songs about shipwrecks in the 19th century.
Jack stumbled into the house.
"What's wrong?" asked his wife.
"I had a great idea," he gasped, smiling proudly. "I ran all the way home behind the bus and saved myself 75 pence."
His wife frowned. "That's just like you, Jack, always thinking small," she said, shaking her head. "Why didn't you run behind a taxi and save yourself £10?"
Life's like that
My mother was often asked to make cakes for birthdays.
One December she received a flood of orders and was trying frantically to finish our own sumptuous family Christmas cake at the time.
Halfway through icing it, she realised with horror that she had decorated the cake with the inscription : "Happy Birthday".
After a brief consideration, she added the word "Jesus" underneath.
His new hybrid petrol/ electric car was my friend's pride and joy. He was always bragging about it and boring everyone to death.
As he was giving us a lift one day, he pontificated,"They should have a special lane for people who care about the environment."
"They already do," came a voice from the backseat. "It's called the pavement".
Compiled by Shaku :) from Reader's Digest.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
I don't know what is politics.
I am a normal human being and a simple citizen of this society. I hear about politics everyday in news, radio, newspaper and everywhere. The only thing that comes in my mind is,'Well I don't know about politics and I also don't really care about it.' I bet it's the thought of most of the people. I'm not too sad to say that I have never voted in the general election although I am eligible to do that. If I had to vote I don't really know which party to support and which not because if I vote the person, I want him/her to be the best. That's quite rare nowadays.
I was born in Nepal and brought up in different countries. I spent all of my teenage days in Nepal and came to UK for furthur studies. That's it, I'm stuck here. I do want to come back but with dignity not as someone who failed and have nothing to offer for her family, for her home, for her town, for her village or for her country. I want to be that kind of person who can't really change society but who can atleast contibute something to society. Education, experience, knowledge, money or even few words of wisdom. I know I'm still too young to think like that, cause right now I'm still struggling to bring few changes in my own lifestyle. Hehe.
I often hear many things from my dad. He is not a leader or a politician or a spiritual person; he's just an ordinary person like everyone else. But looking at him and how people around him treats him, I feel proud of him. It's obvious people would praise their parents though. He says, "Look when people don't have anything, they want money cause money can buy many things.
When people have loads of money they want power, money and power works side-by-side. But I humbly request not to misuse your power.
When people have power, they want more power and politics is the only thing that gives them that extreme power to make a diffrence.
Finally, when people have that power, they want Freedom!"
Hang on a minute, finally its freedom. That's right! No money or power or any politics can give you the Freedom, freedom of speech, freedom to live, freedom to smile, freedom to chose who you want to chose, freedom to be FREE.
Let's go back to the topic, to be honest I haven't even bothered to Google what politics is. But as far as I know its a group of people (huge group) who thinks same way and unites to rule the country accordingly. God has given us land and beautiful Earth to live in and human have divided and created many different things on it. God should have think twice before putting 'Brain' in human being. Nepal is a small country but still people are not agreeing with each other and our country has been like that ball in a football game. Who suffers??? The ordinary citizens of the country. In my point of view we need a true leader, a true person who has that ability to change the way people think about politics, the way we think of our country Nepal. That inspiritual person who can create a sensation. And finally I can vote with pride. Politics and politicians can and have made difference in this world. Such a beautiful countinent like Africa where gold and diamonds are found in their soil, world's longest River Nile flows rapidly, has suffered starvation and drought in many areas. Our country Nepal is beautiful with highest mountains, largest water resources, mountains-valleys-plainlands, natural beauty, country of Brave Gurkhas has also suffered many things. I'm residing in this sophisticated city of London and people ask me about my country, my origin. I have many things to explain but all they know is ,'Oh I have never heard of it before' or 'Oh it's a part of India!' For God's sake, if you don't know then atleast don't guess incorrectly and randomly. The other thing I've realised it no matter where I go, I can never change what I am, I can't change my skin and most of all I can't change me being a Nepali.
I really don't know anything about politics but hope and pray that the political situation in Nepal to improve. Wish that there would be birth of that right person that the nation is waiting who can reform our lost soul of the country. I really don't know about politics but all I know is that we should all work together to make better country.
I was born in Nepal and brought up in different countries. I spent all of my teenage days in Nepal and came to UK for furthur studies. That's it, I'm stuck here. I do want to come back but with dignity not as someone who failed and have nothing to offer for her family, for her home, for her town, for her village or for her country. I want to be that kind of person who can't really change society but who can atleast contibute something to society. Education, experience, knowledge, money or even few words of wisdom. I know I'm still too young to think like that, cause right now I'm still struggling to bring few changes in my own lifestyle. Hehe.
I often hear many things from my dad. He is not a leader or a politician or a spiritual person; he's just an ordinary person like everyone else. But looking at him and how people around him treats him, I feel proud of him. It's obvious people would praise their parents though. He says, "Look when people don't have anything, they want money cause money can buy many things.
When people have loads of money they want power, money and power works side-by-side. But I humbly request not to misuse your power.
When people have power, they want more power and politics is the only thing that gives them that extreme power to make a diffrence.
Finally, when people have that power, they want Freedom!"
Hang on a minute, finally its freedom. That's right! No money or power or any politics can give you the Freedom, freedom of speech, freedom to live, freedom to smile, freedom to chose who you want to chose, freedom to be FREE.
Let's go back to the topic, to be honest I haven't even bothered to Google what politics is. But as far as I know its a group of people (huge group) who thinks same way and unites to rule the country accordingly. God has given us land and beautiful Earth to live in and human have divided and created many different things on it. God should have think twice before putting 'Brain' in human being. Nepal is a small country but still people are not agreeing with each other and our country has been like that ball in a football game. Who suffers??? The ordinary citizens of the country. In my point of view we need a true leader, a true person who has that ability to change the way people think about politics, the way we think of our country Nepal. That inspiritual person who can create a sensation. And finally I can vote with pride. Politics and politicians can and have made difference in this world. Such a beautiful countinent like Africa where gold and diamonds are found in their soil, world's longest River Nile flows rapidly, has suffered starvation and drought in many areas. Our country Nepal is beautiful with highest mountains, largest water resources, mountains-valleys-plainlands, natural beauty, country of Brave Gurkhas has also suffered many things. I'm residing in this sophisticated city of London and people ask me about my country, my origin. I have many things to explain but all they know is ,'Oh I have never heard of it before' or 'Oh it's a part of India!' For God's sake, if you don't know then atleast don't guess incorrectly and randomly. The other thing I've realised it no matter where I go, I can never change what I am, I can't change my skin and most of all I can't change me being a Nepali.
I really don't know anything about politics but hope and pray that the political situation in Nepal to improve. Wish that there would be birth of that right person that the nation is waiting who can reform our lost soul of the country. I really don't know about politics but all I know is that we should all work together to make better country.
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
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Sunday, 16 October 2011
ANYTHING FOR A GOOD NIGHT OUT
" Anything for a good night out"
Sometimes me and my crazy people do some crazy stuffs and still have a fabulous time. Yesterday it started from one of the brother's home. I joined them later in one of the other brother's home. We swallowed few shots of drink along with very hot fried chilly chicken. We were literally fanning our mouth and drinking water to calm it down hahaha. Suddenly we decided to go to clubbing in Central London. Mind you it was already 11pm.
We reached there around midnight and it took us an hour to find one pub with a dance floor. We had to get in there as we had no other choice and our bladder was full and about to explode. While all the girls were walking in their high heels showing their long sexy legs supported by a damn handsome guy, we girls were walking in converse and pumps with a drunken brother hanging by our shoulder. I wasn't quite in dance mood with no hairdo, no make up and a casual check shirt. (well my favourite one though).
The first impression of the pub to me we was like 'It's finished where it started'. What a crap place with a crappy music. Guys were not to cool and even the free shot of drink they offered wasn't that convincing.
We started dancing even in that 'Never heard' song cause I believe that it's us who makes the party hot and happening. You should know the golden rules of party girl ( set by me), nobody is going to entertain you unless you yourself don't give it a go. Then slowly I heard few songs that are known to me, 'Beautiful Monster' and 'Firework'. I had to start dancing to digest those shot I swallowed. I even tried to do the Moon walk hehehe. Don't ask me about what happened before and after the event though cause I only want to keep good moments spent. I try and avoid confrontation with strangers to keep the good memory alive. All in all, anything for a good night out.
Back in my teens in Nepal, girls who goes out clubbing were considered not fit to be a ideal housewife material. I strongly think there are still people who thinks like that. Here's my answer to them, I show them 'a big middle finger'. I'm not dishonouring any of the elderly people here but let me tell you something in our Nepalese Customs what do you call those girls who goes out to 'Rodi ghar', 'Dhaan Naach', 'Ratyauli Khelney', 'Chandi Naach', 'Mela' and many more. Just because a modern girl goes to club that doesn't mean she's there to do wrong things. It simply means GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN. Please remember one thing, a woman can make a home paradise full of life and same woman can make it hell. If a woman is happy she can spread happiness, create happiness and share happiness.
Girls, ladies and sisters out there, this is an honest suggestion to you. Once and for all, try to love your existance, try to love your life, try to love your freedom before it's too late but bare in mind that we also have limits. Atleast, not for your partner's sake, not for your family's sake, not for your society's sake or but FOR YOUR OWN SAKE enjoy your life once and have no regrets later. We are that vital thing which binds all the chords together. To the men out there, please try to understand and learn the internal feelings of your partner; you might find some child hidden in her heart who likes to go out and have fun.
Last but not the least, life is too short to regret what's already done and too long to repent what's never done.
Thank you for reading and hope I haven't offended anyone out there.
Just an ordinary girl :) :D Cheers
Sometimes me and my crazy people do some crazy stuffs and still have a fabulous time. Yesterday it started from one of the brother's home. I joined them later in one of the other brother's home. We swallowed few shots of drink along with very hot fried chilly chicken. We were literally fanning our mouth and drinking water to calm it down hahaha. Suddenly we decided to go to clubbing in Central London. Mind you it was already 11pm.
We reached there around midnight and it took us an hour to find one pub with a dance floor. We had to get in there as we had no other choice and our bladder was full and about to explode. While all the girls were walking in their high heels showing their long sexy legs supported by a damn handsome guy, we girls were walking in converse and pumps with a drunken brother hanging by our shoulder. I wasn't quite in dance mood with no hairdo, no make up and a casual check shirt. (well my favourite one though).
The first impression of the pub to me we was like 'It's finished where it started'. What a crap place with a crappy music. Guys were not to cool and even the free shot of drink they offered wasn't that convincing.
We started dancing even in that 'Never heard' song cause I believe that it's us who makes the party hot and happening. You should know the golden rules of party girl ( set by me), nobody is going to entertain you unless you yourself don't give it a go. Then slowly I heard few songs that are known to me, 'Beautiful Monster' and 'Firework'. I had to start dancing to digest those shot I swallowed. I even tried to do the Moon walk hehehe. Don't ask me about what happened before and after the event though cause I only want to keep good moments spent. I try and avoid confrontation with strangers to keep the good memory alive. All in all, anything for a good night out.
Back in my teens in Nepal, girls who goes out clubbing were considered not fit to be a ideal housewife material. I strongly think there are still people who thinks like that. Here's my answer to them, I show them 'a big middle finger'. I'm not dishonouring any of the elderly people here but let me tell you something in our Nepalese Customs what do you call those girls who goes out to 'Rodi ghar', 'Dhaan Naach', 'Ratyauli Khelney', 'Chandi Naach', 'Mela' and many more. Just because a modern girl goes to club that doesn't mean she's there to do wrong things. It simply means GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN. Please remember one thing, a woman can make a home paradise full of life and same woman can make it hell. If a woman is happy she can spread happiness, create happiness and share happiness.
Girls, ladies and sisters out there, this is an honest suggestion to you. Once and for all, try to love your existance, try to love your life, try to love your freedom before it's too late but bare in mind that we also have limits. Atleast, not for your partner's sake, not for your family's sake, not for your society's sake or but FOR YOUR OWN SAKE enjoy your life once and have no regrets later. We are that vital thing which binds all the chords together. To the men out there, please try to understand and learn the internal feelings of your partner; you might find some child hidden in her heart who likes to go out and have fun.
Last but not the least, life is too short to regret what's already done and too long to repent what's never done.
Thank you for reading and hope I haven't offended anyone out there.
Just an ordinary girl :) :D Cheers
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Hotel California : The Eagles
Hotel California : The Eagles
The song released in late 1976 was sold over millions of copies worldwide.
Dear All,
How do I start on this topic? So many things I want to say but very less words to express. I have always been avid music lover. Any genre is good for me. Music creates Magic! I think its the sound of your heart, mind and soul beautifully presented. Those who can create music are amazingly talented people. They have the power to put together those feelings and emotions and bring out something which we call music.
Today I was listening to radio at work. The best of 60's, 70's and 80's. I was born in 80's so obviously I love 80's music. Michael Jackson, Madonna, Bon Jovi, Gn'R and many more rocked the world. The station was playing 'Hotel California' by The Eagles. Suddenly all of a sudden memories of flashback came rushing into my mind. I don't know when exactly I heard this song for first time, but I loved it ever since I heard it. I can receit each and every word by heart. Well, I kind of have some memories for all the songs I love. With this particular song, 'Hotal California' I do have loads of good memories associated with it.
• Back home watching MTV or Channel V and listening to Hotel California.
• Adrian Sir (from Band 1974) used to play guitar and sing this song for us in School.
• Some concert in school ( school days are the best days)
• School and College picnics where my friends used to play guitar and sing this song.
• Last but not leaset, I went to HardRock Casino with few brothers. We sat at the bar and the stereo played this song. My brother and I were little tipsy but still managed to sing every single words of this song teehee. :) The lady in the bar was staring at us. I don't quite know the reasons behind her twisted looks but what I assume was that she thought how come these chinky looking people know this song by heart. The casino was indeed full of professional Chinese gamblers.
Some songs are written in such a way that they are called evergreen. You hear it now and even if you hear it after 20 years you still feel like singing it. People of all age group likes this kind of songs regardless of their gender. One of the ways of being happy for me is to listen to music. I believe and bring into practice 3 advantages of listening to music and singing with it.
1. Increases vocabulary power
2. Pronounciation could get better
3. Brain Practice ( gotta memorise whole song)
On top of all these our mind can be at ease and we can even relax listening to music. There are many songs which I like most. If I try to write it, it'll be a novel. To be honest, I would like to write a nice song someday and even after I die, my song would still be around. Just a random thought only hehe. :) :D
Enough of this long post now, hope you felt something that I want to express.
Ciao, Cheerio!!!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hotal_California
songfacts.com
The song released in late 1976 was sold over millions of copies worldwide.
Dear All,
How do I start on this topic? So many things I want to say but very less words to express. I have always been avid music lover. Any genre is good for me. Music creates Magic! I think its the sound of your heart, mind and soul beautifully presented. Those who can create music are amazingly talented people. They have the power to put together those feelings and emotions and bring out something which we call music.
Today I was listening to radio at work. The best of 60's, 70's and 80's. I was born in 80's so obviously I love 80's music. Michael Jackson, Madonna, Bon Jovi, Gn'R and many more rocked the world. The station was playing 'Hotel California' by The Eagles. Suddenly all of a sudden memories of flashback came rushing into my mind. I don't know when exactly I heard this song for first time, but I loved it ever since I heard it. I can receit each and every word by heart. Well, I kind of have some memories for all the songs I love. With this particular song, 'Hotal California' I do have loads of good memories associated with it.
• Back home watching MTV or Channel V and listening to Hotel California.
• Adrian Sir (from Band 1974) used to play guitar and sing this song for us in School.
• Some concert in school ( school days are the best days)
• School and College picnics where my friends used to play guitar and sing this song.
• Last but not leaset, I went to HardRock Casino with few brothers. We sat at the bar and the stereo played this song. My brother and I were little tipsy but still managed to sing every single words of this song teehee. :) The lady in the bar was staring at us. I don't quite know the reasons behind her twisted looks but what I assume was that she thought how come these chinky looking people know this song by heart. The casino was indeed full of professional Chinese gamblers.
Some songs are written in such a way that they are called evergreen. You hear it now and even if you hear it after 20 years you still feel like singing it. People of all age group likes this kind of songs regardless of their gender. One of the ways of being happy for me is to listen to music. I believe and bring into practice 3 advantages of listening to music and singing with it.
1. Increases vocabulary power
2. Pronounciation could get better
3. Brain Practice ( gotta memorise whole song)
On top of all these our mind can be at ease and we can even relax listening to music. There are many songs which I like most. If I try to write it, it'll be a novel. To be honest, I would like to write a nice song someday and even after I die, my song would still be around. Just a random thought only hehe. :) :D
Enough of this long post now, hope you felt something that I want to express.
Ciao, Cheerio!!!
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hotal_California
songfacts.com
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