Maghesakranti

Maghesakranti food items prepared by mom, tilauree made from sesame seeds and sugar,Sakhar-Khand (sweet potatoes), Pidaalu (Taro Roots), Tarul (Yam) remind me many things in life.According to Mahabharata, Bhishma Pitamah, who had the power to control his own death, happened to choose to die on the day of Maghe Sankranti. Therefore it is believed that those who die on this day might achieve Moksha, the ultimate release from the suffering of rebirth.is the first day of month of Magh of Bikram Sambat. Magh is tenth month in the year.

Sankranti is the Sanskrit word in Eastern Astrology which refers to the transmigration of the Sun from one Rashi (sign of the zodiac) to another. In very simple word sangranti is the first day of Nepali calendar. Then obviously, there are 12 such sankrantis in a year. Makar Sankranti is the transition of the Sun from Dhanu rashi (Sagittarius) to Makara rashi (Capricorn).

In hindu Astrology the sun position during the year is divided into 12 rashis (zodiac signs). It is however, very difficult to reconcile amonst Bikram Sambat months, Zodiac months and lunar calendar's months. While the traditional Calendar is based on lunar positions, Sankranti is a solar event. So dates of all Hindu festivals keep changing as per the Gregorian calendar and so do the Makar Sangranti too.

We have been this festival since childhood,i used to travel around my mitbuwas ,who used to prepare pakaudas,they were urhiya people and had very special interest in Paan and Tambul and they brought other food items too.My dad had friendships with many and we used to have lots of things around us like khai laddu,muree laddu,til laddoo made of different food items and celebrated as bhogali bihu because we use bhog or prasad to God Surya and distribute tasty food items prepared to everyone,we loved the tasty pickles made of potatoes,bananas,taro leaf ,and use of seasame food as special ingredient with chilly ,green chilly and ginger was the most important aspect  of kitchen menu at home.

Family gathers at yard and has the cuisine ,I remember mom made selrotee with cereals and papaya as special and slight change in menu and we all gathered with friends.The children in a group took the food items school areas or playground to have with friends.Park was the most interesting place to share food and ideas and celebrate maghesankaranti watching movies using sound box there.

Some of us we collected woods in a place and beat the drum and worship fire after taking bath,Duliyajan was the most interesting place as the gurudwara located nearby  b type quarters  and the children around there had the groups ot lead the programs around school periferi and other boundaries of golf field.We ran around and collected friends to enjoy the days in tea gardens.

Even we never forget to include other friends around kathmandu,Nawalaparasee,Papla,Jhapa and Dhading who organised lots of cultural programs there,one of them was the active in theatrical performances ,who used to act in school programs.i just followed him everywhere as silent observer because a lzy bone like me always knew how to eat in large bowl and observe other.

To sum up ,maghesankaranti never concluded in one act play it has multiple dimensions for the children who enjoy as festival from cousine to Gurudwara,lohree to maghi,makarsakranti to Bhogali Bihu all elders gave us blessing and we just followed them from home to field,school to village areas, clubs to Bihutali ,books to movies and lyrics to lullaby and the talk never ended till now.

Galib tere yaad mai

Kahata hai dil o galib hame teri jarurat nahi,
hamare labjo pe tere bol mithe lagte hai

chahe jamana hame bhala bura kahta rahe ,
ham khudko niharte huye muskurana nahi chhorte

wo shama kya shama jo jal na sake 
wo gana kya gana hai khud  hi gaa na sake ,

wo muskurana kya muskurana hai jispe ek selfi hi jhalak na dikhla sake,
tabajjo ham dete nahi aap pe kyuki hame sikhana nahi,
aaina khud selfie bankar chherhta hai lekin hame ab bhi jatana nahi aata

Wo lete rahe nam modee ka ham sirf muskurate rahe.
wol lete rahe nam modi ham sirf muskurate rahe

chahe chiriya khet chugne ke baad note barsate rahe
chahe chirhiya khet chugne ke baad note barsate rahe

ham lete rahe nam modee ka yu hi muskurate rahe
Galib ki diwangi,meera ki diwangi hamse na kuch kahta hai

Rahiman doho nai to jamane ko ruswa kar diya

ham sirf gaau gaau mai gungunate rahe ,galib ke shero mai mera dil khota gaya

chandan ke perh ke lipatte saapo ke misal ham dete rahe
wo chai ka cup leke gauu gauu ghumte rahe
ham sirf galib ko yaad karte rahe

ghor ghata tapowan kinar unko yad karte
ghor ghata tapowan kinar unko yad karte

mere aasu ban gaye angare lekin wo ruswa ho baithe rahe
chahe selfie unka nam hi lete rahe hai

facebook nai kya kar dala mere dil ka
google pe gana ham likhte rahe

wo lete rahe nam rahim ka
ham sirf muskurate rahe

chun chun ke baati diya ka
is gallli aur us galli ham firte rahe

baat baat pe mithi muskan se
haste hasate chalte huye

ham kho gaye usee duniya mai banke jogan
jaha galib hame pyar karte rahe hai
ham mad mastani hokar khote rahe

Story of Bankukhuro or Kalij

Kukhuree kaa

Basee Bhat Khaa

Khoi Mero Basee Bhat 

Biralole Khayo 

Khoi Biralo 

Muso Marna Gayo

The rhyme was orally sang by a boy in youtube ,I saw my child reciting same,Swasthani festival has begun as uttarayan festivals are part of our life as maghi,makarsakranti,lohree or swasthani i just jot down the words in a sequence as if my mind become a library or dictionary to link the ideas when we gather the terminologies our memories with selfies and pictures help to prepare movies.Whole night I kept on thinking about the dream as if anyone called me at the gate before the bell rings at twelve o clock,I just switch on the lights and slept being cheerfully as if light has the power to overcome all the surrows of life.

Anyways Story of road development to Brhamakhel village started publishing in news media,I had a chat talk with my friend and he was agreed about the roadmap he read in news.Anyway people started sharing started news about lohree,maghi,makarsakranti and swasthani and I also whole night did surfing about Swasthani festivals ,talk with parents about the same festival and read about news references in the recent published news carefully and sort out the terminologies as memory.

Again the term selfi and stories of selfi and insertion of selfie in dictionary in 2013 and lyrics about selfie the term began as storm in my mind.I tried to serf the term and the stories were many and then I saw a plastic shaped Kalij in my child hand ,it was gifted a by a beautiful lady from Denmark who gave to my child and my memory linked me with a story of Kusma market,where my some cousins started lecturing about Bankukhuro or Kalij .

They were five at home ,I was preparing the meals nears firewood ,it was house made of red mud and khaparha and I was sitting nearby where my sis was distributing warm buffalo milk to everyone which we divided to everyone and the taste of buttery milk was owesome .We started conversation of Bankukukhuro ,Kalij or the local hen found in forest ,they started discussing about the flavor of the same wild cock.

The search of local food  and cuisine in rural areas is the main part of our life ,we always ran with grandmom for lapsee,bhogate,amilo or lime,timmur,chiraito ,bhatmas and local gundruk and the flower used for pickle was also important part,the taste of bamboo pickle,bamboo curry,selrotee, Hutityang egg in local  forests and rivers as local medicine using red mud to comfort the sick persona from extreme heat in terai regions were the routine of daily lives.We just share ideas as team and involved in organic part of the herbs and wild fruits including local birds whose eggs were used as medicine in our local areas like local honey in forests.

We knew neuro saag was popular to everyone but I was surprised to see using local khole saag of Bhumahi river areas which we neglect as wild shurbs as main cuisine in New Delhi.I prepared with the saute of ginger ,garlic and onion paster using tomato puree to prepare the same khole saag of Bhumahi rivers and the dish was like by everyone at home.Even,Kalij also came to mind with the knock am I inclusive as cuisine of your kitchen where old mom prepares a lot of dishes for you ,a lazy bone like you knows many things and take selfies around me too.

Kapil,Honey Singh and Pitbull

Mom, please do not disturb me at all,three persons are live ,they are Kapil Sharma,Yo Yo Honey Singh and Pitbull and the music played by them have been confusing,what they present through lyrics and words with demonstrative attitude is my curiosity,why are they attracting a lot me after cuisine and news line ,is the demonstration of storyline with life or the key notes about in facebook has the curiosity ,when I speak a word dal bhat,Ali Ajgar and Kapil mock me a lot everytime, I know I love family drama and theatre.

Are the expression are necessary and have the terms and lifestory true ,who wrote the story ,dialogues and lyrics for them,how they present all the themes became my curiosity,I asked the metro passanger what is metro and how it is working,why people travel and what is the need of tourism is given in the Central Secretariat areas including metro signs ,how do you feel when you travel by lift,announce in stage,write a news for all,the crowd had all the answers ,they knew how to do things as mass has the collective presentation of the songs and lyrics and I loved to be a part.

Everyday we communicate the stories around with family gathering and dedicate to each other with the gift items and the travelogue became a mosaic with pictures and status in facebook,I just loved the people who spoke by heart and narrated me everything in details and the love for topics became lots of meanings too.All the programs conducted by them became my main interest on daily basis.

Story of Innocence and Experience

Sir,namaste,how are you ,we greeted him a lot with smile,the tall man with a black bag came to nearby the college we study,he was white in complex ,lean and thin in look,I just smiled he started using heritage of words and the recurring dream and ,he kept on preaching the stories of innocence and experience in context of Romanticism of English Literature ,I just took a bus to Kalanki tempo his storyline and the themes were true.Everyday in Tempo song ,the tempo the words were played to me,the zigzag words of  zigzag books,the storyline with multple theme created complexity in me day by day.

Story of Innocence and experience became another page to me in academic peripheri,the lines of pages came to be true when I saw everything in capital areas ,the books,the cuisine ,the myths all related to valley itself and the mythical narration became part of my study.Carrying the books I just tried to travel with friends and every lines of the book came to be true ,the population data about hindus as eight percent and Buddhist as twelve percent and Sahara One Television telecast the conflict in Banaras regarding Hindu and Buddhist people,the death of hero became the confusion to me,why they depict so,the clash of civilizations were the course book in our university as written by Nirad C.Chaudhary and I tried to read too.

Again the clash became the term anticipate in media ,the exaggeration of incidents and all the motif as parody of different stories again played the terminologies of two parts of same life ,story of innocence to experience,live experience of the minute details help a lot to play with fonts and the song played about the concrete words,images and musics as live stories made me surprised everyday,the expression of the expressed term using same overused words ,story of sky with earth all became a simple thread of lines only and a memory like a needle escape through the thread.

Why I fear to teach in School

We used to teach some words in school,we gather and started experimenting the theories and rules of the curriculumn to children and the children start peeping,expressing all the views they have,they start preaching teachers and we love too much.We tried to explain the line and double or multiple meanings were generated .

The taste and flavor of cuisines were important ,my teachers had the pressures to explain the thoughts and I always laugh at the smartness of the children who observed my activity and mocked at me.The days passed on,I know my superiority complex of being learned person became a myth to them and they kept on laughing a lot,anyway use of media and gadgets help them a lot and communication and expressive thoughts became viral.Viral videos like news and objection about falsity became my theory because the mood of experiments became a challange,the ideas as a flow came to my mind ,

I started being pilgrimage of laptop and start using iphone everyday,even cartoon shows with movies became my routine,my books with publication date and renewal dates also were the needs for me to study,my poor grammar ,poor knowledge of excel sheet,the pampering words for kids became my timeline ,I just started inserting the space in laptop as if this is the same space I talk about in science book,my ruler scale became my term to rule the world as ruler because my material became my part to experiment the world,

I just kept my laptop on my lap on the top position, I use iphone as I am the phone,I just use induction ,to use method of induction in life,I use the terminologies and they spoke lots of meaning ,I am just confused why the term plays with me ,the gadgets play with me,I see the heading of books then I feel surprise what they mean,research means again you need to search,English means Eng and lish bla bla bla bla.

The books ,iphone and laptop

You must collect books and analyse the facts,said the old man with a fake smile on face ,I was surprised why he said so,I know the person does not ,the school texts has many facts about practical life and I always keep my shool books in a trunk,the box which we refer as trunk in local language  and hide with friends and relatives.We used to visit in a group towards the top of Dhakalthok areas and had Red Rehdodendron with lime pickle in childhood,our wood collection was the competitive and I was the laziest there,who had no skill at all.We hoped for better future and returned to home in group but the taste was owesome and cold water in those areas were owesome.

I studied in Tri Saheed Higher Secondary in 1998 for three months ,daily I went to school with my cousin,even Rajswara shool visit was the interesting fact during 1993,I used to carry same English book and tried to speak English there.Even we went to Rapakot School during winter season  of 1998 there ,all the friends around us had same book ,a large sized English book and we collected our books there and used storyline as a gist to understand our society.

Again book was changed ,we started to study new curriculomn course that was full of practical and oral practices ,many interactions classes were conducted there in village,we had chautarees where oldies with papaya pickle started lecturing about village development,an uncle of us invited to puja ,he was the Rajjyotishi there in Palace in Narayanhity Palace and started lecturing about horoscope ,I was surprised how he managed all the things in a nonesense way,of course when Science had a rapid growth ,this uncle started began lecture of Palace.

Anywaysdays passed on ,I was at forests of Nawalparasi,I just walked alone in the forests ,all green forests of  Bhumahi and Jargaha areas were the library for me and I ran towards the leaves,I know my teachers gave lots of lectures of leaves around ,we ran after those tree leaves ,collected leaves and played with friends.The practical knowledge of ecosystem with all the trees,leaves and green field created a kind of sensation in me.I was rather bookish and the children knew lots of things.

The books I carried in those jungles was a matter of joke to all friends ,a monk in orange dress was standing nearby ,he was just looking at me,I knew he disappeared later and  my one firend came there ,he came from Arunachal Pradesh and was a matter of joke for us,we teased him a lot unknowingly he spoke same language with us what I spoke,the bonding started we became true friends.I my bhai and he became a close friends.

Even the knots of frindships became so tight when the books were passed from many friends to me,From Annapurna post ,INGOS,UN articles were passed by all friends to whoever is nearer and everyone requested to pass the books,they brought books and gave to other as they carried Iphone now in pocket and Ebooks also helped my momma,granny,my all relatives who missed education system in colleges and in other academia,they showed tear,I scolded did you go school ,the need of  virtual world to understand the world for all the granny to kid never stops,I have kept book in my trunk,download the ebooks using wifi and kids around with selfie says we write books with pictures in visual way,demonstration is better than reading and the books become facebook skills in a united way.

Every time the status kept on changing ,the television box produced a lot of  informations and everyone were busy around me.I just found people communicating about same topic and I realized what books failed is done by laptop,iphone and wifi .I started myself as jungleman,Nagraj,Sueprhero,Spiderman everytime,I knew the books were my weapon to go ahead and Iphone is the story line to run the world and laptop with font is the music and rhythm to change the life.

Dreams and dreams

Dreams are part of life and I dream too much ,I told my hubby too why I just focus on dreams I tired the lines of books too.The house with Khaparha and red mud with a handpump with two boys sitting on yard on beds,the Riverside temple where I used water to worship God Shiva after all family ,the clean surrounding relates me ,it must be my banaras city I dream often touching the book,the oral narration of the places and written in course books about the food,culture and ethics and confrontation with them,like Modi Tower in Nehru place,,BhairabTemple,Kutubminar ,Rajghat,Pashupatinath,Changunarayan,Syamnbhoo nath,Bindabasini,St.Joseph School,Jalpaigurhi Tea companies,Kakarbitta chowk with tempo sound.

You keep on watching the rivers ,forests areas with your children on bicycle,car and jeep to relate all the earthly creatures and try to interrelate with dreams,once I was sleeping on the bed ,I started during daytime,I saw a snake on the gate area,I just woke up and found the snake there ,it was twenty centimetre long snake .A girl in Tribhuvan University ,Shivanagar Temple in black dress spoke lots of things and tried to connect Shiva Statue there.I was surprised and went away.

Even a Monk  in Black dress started teaching me how to learn English ,he was from United Kingdom but spoke lazily and his bestie was the same we knew how to tease him and he became sick ,I know I was a bad student who looking at the forehead try to understand what they collect in their brains and distributing us very less.We girls shouted too much to him but he spoke so less,I was angry at him too.No way I will not like you at all.I loved black dress to look slim but other using same color made me sad too much .

When I became Maniac

Where do you go,where do you go, the song kept on played ,my heart starts beating ,of course it was necessary ,I was planning to study routinewise ,the need of preparation to do something is not momentary and many friends came to suggest,a foolish named Hattee who studied in Wakwani Higher Secondary School was a matter of joke to everyone who met her ,her skirt with lots of tabij was the matter of interest anyway ,the need of memory to relate in a short ribbon of lifespan is necessity of time and I love all the people around me.

We started laughing ,giggling because a smart man named our Nepali teacher started doing drama,this dramatist was my favorite ,I need many things in classes and I kept on shouting,he smiled and smiled.Badman,I never like him at all.Again a guru appeared ,start speaking in Sanskrit ,I said ,May I come in,he was a priest with material of Sanskrit and I kept on following .I saw my marksheet I secured twenty nine out of fifty.Anyway I felt very superior  among friends for knowing Sanskrit 

.The days passed by and the English Medium came to my hand that was published by Sanothimi Bhaktapur and I learned the maps as in IELTS books, I just loved the concept of picturization,there were many English Teachers but a new smart New Teacher arrived with smile,all the students started smiling,he was so smart with modern techniques English in Government School,he brought two chairs and started demonstrating how to speak in English.

The hero of our classes was at the front ,I called him superhero ,bhattu,the boy with yellow tshirt smiling with other in groups and sharing ideas of his news collection and best anchoring boy from my class.He knew I was a tom boy for him,he never thought me a girl why so,I asked him ,he said girls are girlish and you are not girlish.The English drama started ,all the students in Wakwani started demonstration in School about same languages skills used in a goverment school and the trainer was the same man.He did for many years and completed masters with me ,both the teacher and student passed our masters in Tribhuvan University in same year and it was a fantastic feeling to be friend of your own English tutor.

Anyway,memory is a bad thing,I was walking around the railway track around Makum Junction ,suddenly the wires became tight I was with some children and we were collecting the rice donation programs by school as Prime minister PV Naramsinha annnounced and went to jail for corruption.I was just reading in class six and enjoyed people for his blessed ideas and cooperation to poor students in government school,we also had some midday meals like free bornvita in schools.For my dad ,I was like a monkey jumping around,a hattee for mom and imli pickle was the favorite food item for me.I collected lots of imli pickle and had around railway tracks,of course we enjoyed the cold water of Duliyajan Cetral area where they kept the government vehicle in systematic way.

My routine was to walk around three kilometer to school and observe everything around,Gop babu from Dibrugarh came to school nearby Namghar and took me to his family,he was the store keeper in tea company and his daughters were my childhood friends.We always enjoyed the fireside at Naharkatiya,quarters of Duliyajan,Namrup and Halfjan,Siliguri,Jorhat but the painting competition and use of colors and lyrics were the most interesting facts there,I do not know why my mom dad kept me away from them and I kept on travelling the streets alone as if I walked the roads with books and the flashback gave me lots of energy to realize I know nothing.

The most intersting fact of life is you watch the movie Chino ,Truck driver and serials by Basundhara Bhsual and heard a lot of Falebas,Kusma and Pokhara all the time how the childhood stories of our rural village affects a lot in daily life.The stories of Dhakalthok,Darjeeling,Siliguri,Barpeta,Bombay ,Khyasauli with salt track,collections of gundruk,bhatmas and family gathering with Dhido in school days was the special memories of life.Where ever you go you talk about Gundruk,Dhakatopi,use of teas in rural areas as drink,you see people started narrating the cuisine everyday,your mind does not work,again you walk to streets around in Kathmandu,Baghbazar area becomes the main story for you,you touch the walls of Padmakanya Campus ,you love  Ratapark,Ranipokharee,Trichandra Buildind with Jamal Centre and you start preaching a lots to you friends .

You become maniac like me ,everyday you speak nonesense like me ,you just a read a book by an Indian Author about Choudhary Group in Kusma before a decade and the warm weather of Devpur help a lot to start observing the facts around.You feel you became a saint  and knows everything,you start your journeys around Dahare Deurali,Karkineta,Pang,Hatiya which you listen everyday and you walk there for collection of Red Rhedodendron ,Lapsee,cereals and all the raw wild food,you just love Mr.Alwi who just sends to Bahratiya Khadya Gunstar Bibhag in his car to meet Mr,Kansara,the most famous scientist there and love the see the buildings in Sahibabad,the story of Kuran,the use of materials during Eid,the interests and family photographs there also helped a lot .His minor stories of UP,his stories of Rajput life in local areas,the cuisine he loved all the packages of resources which I listened regularly.

Everyday some children with my son took him to Gurudwara ,we had the prasad there every week on Thursday after listening Gurubani,again the program at Tamu Group at Anamnagar also attracted so much ,we were relatives by birth as our our grandpaas were the relatives but the regular depiction of TV films and documentry by Discovery channel attracted me a lot ,I like a maniac observed everything,the songs ,the statues I touched in Bihar around Syambhoo help me a lot to feel spiritual ,even my mom narrating lots of Hindu myths creates a mosaic to me as if I am in same Makhaiko kheti used in books by different author and lovestory of books,cosine,travel,magazine and oral stories of the narrator of Pandav and Mahabahrat ,Hastinapur,Haryana Khsetra or Delhi made me maniac.

Discovery channel and Ladakh life

Story,news,article,politics,economic development are the phrases seen in newspaper,used in my TV channel and as a puppet I have been insulting myself as a passive observer of the same box named Television.Why this bhado or box named Television is dear to Mr.  Charlie and other protagonist,characters or creatures like honey bee who has got the voice to depict daily lifestyle in routine,the fish with its life under water deals with various aspects sea and I just swim with them.

The topic of Chandragiri hills tourism,the interesting facts regarding development,social and political changes and the then incidents and issues are part of news and I with prown fish curry and Chawal try to examine the facts and insert input to generate output using the box named laptop.

Anyway ,story of  Ladakh ,the geographical description with life style there attracted my attention,the use of animals to sustain life ,the tea with salt to avoid the temperature pressure in winter,the dryness aroused there ,the icy water ,the way to worship God,the ways to save wild animals was owesome.

Even the release of new movies with new theme also attracted too much  but the story of Railway with the tensed passangers with their oral narration of lifespan,the way of journey was even comparative to other stories seen in same box named Television but when a Nepali movie  at midnight ended with love boning my all answers seem  to be finished at all.Stories of Discovery channel and life of Ladakh became a movie to me because my plan to visit Muktinath remains same and I do not find any video about mountains where people with confidence depict their life too.

The fear of Earthly disaster

There is need of someone special who can solve out the problem,said the villager around me,I was a farmer by birth,my granny always worked in field and my ancestors have been working in farms around with the desire to learn many things around the world I tried to learn abcd and the process is going on.Many things are mystique in nature ,people provide misinformation too and  mismatched ideas I just write the lines as if I know how to type the fonts using the laptops in a standard criteria of writing although I know my grammar is very bad .

While people discuss about various hot topics,I just remember the name of a persona who always inspired to have some medical heath camps with school organisation.He was the principal in food and technology school in Kathmandu during morning shift and worked in a boarding school as principal during daytime and was from Far Western Area of Nepal and wanted to help poor and had worked in Jaynagar Railway,Janakpur for many years as general manager.

I ran to Baghbajar office to see the office areas but I could not go ahead but general meetings I attended with him too,he described a lot of Railway Service in Nepal and that was owesome concept.I just noticed how he was working since ten years for fun park in Butwal areas and the meetings were going on.He reported everything,I had short meetings,I knew to lead the work as a professional he needed some one who would generate his ideas to mass.

Anyway his ideas were inspiring and I can see many funparks around Kathamndu Valley now.But I was surprised the same concept was shown by Discovery channel how to bring effective railway service in Janakpur ,he was former general manager and had live experience to lead the teams.But I never mentioned his name to anyone and went around the  general coaches of railways  from Delhi to Nautanwa.These  coaches were superb and highly used by public as routine wise  service but for me it was the best ideas as seen in Kantipur Newspapers .

Earthquake and its trauma is not new thing ,the fear of earthly disaster also linked with railway service ,during earthquakes many underground metros stop before central secretariat metro station,I just felt afraid and started saying ram ram,I knew the coach was very safe for passanger and metro stations are very safe during such disasters but my lips had the habit of reciting Shiva Chalisa too.

Anyway the message about red light calls ,the fake status of danger and many things are being uploaded in my timeline and I am just reading Kantipur Newspaper as if I can understand the value of the ideas generated there .Although a lazy bone like me watch Television news whole night and read newspaper and type zigzag lines but the fear of Earthquakes is still in my mind and the development theory of railway also attracts me much.

Memo

Write and read ,listen and speak ,keep on communicating says language to all,why. Bonding and cuisine are focused ,painful stories are inherited ,happiness being uploaded by cameras of iPhones.The brief notes about mom dad as if expression is necessity,I remember some tourists came to valley and I told my dad to prepare some dishes ,after having they advice not to discuss more,but I do not understand why they said so,they were from England and enjoyed the meals in Thamels and at my home ,the talks were very sweet ,they gave me some cards too,one of them was from royal chef at Britain since 300 years ago and we kept on chatting lots of things about Kathmandu valley and they returned Uk ,I felt very sad,they too focused same in cuisines and different topics of handicrafts and child teachings.I feel shame to click photoes but I know when we travel we make many friends and we keep on chatting with them ,enjoy the meals around and we feel secure to share each other,I never remember how many friends I made in Train,metro or plane I travel but I had many friends chatting with me and wishing love everyday.You know cuisines around and all people engaged in it,you know shopping as you buy many things on the way as household items including dresses and food items and you start chatting and sharing everyday ,you feel lucky day by day.

My Love story of gmail,yahoomail and Email

Sitting on the bed made of  Salla wood of Nawalparasi District and gifted by my grandfather Mr. Khanal,mama ,I have been using the laptop and trying to learn about Nepali font till many years.There are   various softwares and gadgets I used in daily life searching everywhere as if I am the wisest person in the world and my mom search for Kapaas for Devibhagawat in Baba Bardgoriya Temple has been has a difficult issue.

She has been washing dishes  ,cleaning the room  while dad has been using phone calls and I sometimes use some veggies to  cook accordance to receipe books,use Silauta to grind the spices like mustard,jeera and many things but use of gmail,email and yahoo mail has been attachement to daily life.

Communication gadgets and use of communication tools and apps in daily is my daily routine,.The office training in administration to handle or receive calls,and deliver messages are the regular function of life skills and my all friends seem busy in it.Somebody talked about IMO,VIber,messenger and Banku bhaiya but my love story of laptops including emails are at the peak level as if  I am the most genius persona in the world.

The alian DNA named Shankar Subedi

Girls come and study in RR College ,somebody is coming to teach Creative Writing ,we girls gathered there ,the persona came he was with a white cap and yellow t shirt and began to define each and every line with details,the use of colors and painting to express feelings.We girls started giggling ,he was like alian for us from the space named Baglung Campus,he was like maniac because he was shy in nature.Because he gave a lots of lectures about the creative and critical thinking and we just laughed at him.

One of the boys from Parbat started this alian has lots of books and studies a lot and he has the true knowledge he has the skills to read the books ,we should follow to derive the skills from his brain and utitilise in our life.We did all attempts like Charlie Chaplin and started following.Anyways we passed the year and got our marksheet too.

Again in Tribhuvan University we met him,we knew in whole university he was alone person who can be utilized by students a lot ,we need to scold him a lot and he will offer his books,everyday we shouted him a lot and gave lots of miscalls and messages ,he just kept on giving books.A bank for students is always appreciated and how we use teacher as bank of books we never forget.

Anyway the cold temprature of Kathmandu,facebook updates and status and lots of books,movies ,blogs,songs with lyrics and many more things remind me the alian named teachers around me and I feel sometimes I need to collect the brain DNA and   make a pocket in a space or in the temple of clouds where we can compiled all the alians as in Avatar movie.

Books and books

The kids around  me  ask me one thing do you know how to read a book,I said no,the same question was asked by  a beautiful girl,she was standing behind me in Nayabajar,Kirtipur,Kathmandu.I was going to book stalls around Tribhuvan University to buy some books there ,I just kept on buying books and notes she stood behind me and took all books with her.I was surprised she never a read a line but she hid all them after a long time I got them back forcefully.

I reached to the room of the person ,she had same book with published by same author and she had many quantaties ,I do not understand why she compiled same book around twenty pieces,I realized she was reading a lot to top the university but collection of same printed version with many friends was the surprise.

I just noticed she had a deep understanding of books,publication and politics ,she seemed very innocent by look but I admired her knowledge as a rural girl and the difference between reality and fantasy,I always copied fantasy like television,book and cartoon shows and she was the real person with practical knowledge.

Anyways many differences of real and unreal things,bookish and practical things,movies life and real life and the desire to upliftment as status in the world were the ideas with her ,I missed the moments she kept on narrating for hours .She was true ,realistic and profane in nature but presented her self in a weak way.Anyway books and ideas are matter to share and I request children to read book and share ideas with me because I am a lazy bone with tea cup watching Television box only.

Dhaka Topi Special

There has been a lots of discussions in online facebook status and the enews to use to Dhakatopi in New Year and I just kept my some pics with child but the overall discussion about the topi as identity became a high voltage issue.You keep on writing the tit tat but the different nominations about writing and oral discussion keep on going but visual images to identify the dress is not bad at all.There has been different topics and status but everything has got its special priority ,when one describes clothes ,ornaments,food and different relative things they generate a sense of linkage and a kind of satisfaction.

Celebration of life and different colorful expressions of pictures explores a lot about our lives.We utilize our moments to depict our heart and the necessity of the time is the identity ,we never feel shame to have topi as it is general topic in the winter,in official dress and to be dignified.The love for something is seen with the expression only and the status about Dhaka Topi remains most discussed topic in facebook.

Food and foodie,story of foodie at Kathmandu Corner

Food has been my first choice and to celebrate life using the foodie way is another way of expression in my life,the myth of Krishna in Hinduism,the new year celebration greeting card in facebook and the news about the cashless India has been my main interest.The amazing competition of foodie life,iphone story and celebration of life with happiness is the another key to write in a laptop.

The Sanjeeb Kapoor Show,the masterchef Australia and various programs in TLC,Fox life and History Channel made me moody of the things and I started to understand the value of flavor ,the children around me gave me cartoon books and elaborated cartoon shows including different epic and science fiction,some girls presented the ideas about their lunch made by their lovely mother ,I realized the value of such things in my life.

Sanjeeb Kapoor show about Tomato Filling with mozeralla cheese was a debate for me and Suraj dear ,I bet with my hubby in 2011 and I prepared the dish ,it was really interesting,the taste was wonderful ,again day by I began to try the various dishes of Paratha,Sabji,pasta,macroni and momo and I got some good results day by day and won the bet tips.

We used to prepare simple dal bhat dishes in childhood too but the details in recipe book was owesome,you just keep a recipe book with your college books and try something new as a junior masterchef.Anyway pasta with pepsee,chilly potatoes with diet coke and different flavors of mushroom and fish became special to me and I started including in the pasta.

Ofcourse,my hubby is a great foodie,his foodie habit makes me feel bored but he is a good cook ,a lover of Chinese food,a lover of Macdee food .We often enjoyed the finger chips at macdee and the taste is owesome.Anyway you just love mozerella and comment a lot with your hubby at pizzahut,KFC or Indiz of Kathmandu Corner  when you watch the movies in multiplex but the desire of being a cook at home and celebration during first day of New Year Eve is wonderful.You just love macdee for you,you love Bhatbhaneni for you.