tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83426456661347307872024-03-21T09:16:58.045-07:00la fenestro"IT IS NECESSARY TO WRITE, IF THE DAYS ARE NOT TO SLIP EMPTILY BY. HOW ELSE, INDEED, TO CLASP THE NET OVER THE BUTTERFLY OF THE MOMENT? FOR THE MOMENT PASSES, IT IS FORGOTTEN; THE MOOD IS GONE; LIFE ITSELF IS GONE. THAT IS WHERE THE WRITER SCORES OVER HIS FELLOWS: HE CATCHES THE CHANGES OF HIS MIND ON THE HOP". FOR ME, THIS DEFINES THE BEAUTY OF WRITING.WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF CREATIVE PASSION.niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-9366521947260379962011-05-20T14:48:00.000-07:002011-05-27T12:30:07.117-07:00The Fact stories about 'The Child soldiers' Put forward by Red cross Norway<span style="color:#ff9966;">The stories that touched my heart...<br />The stories which left millions of people in to astonishment and speechless…<br />And the stories that arouses Goosebumps and cry for the state of Human right of child soldiers….<br /></span>When Ismael beah was 14, He was recruited into the Sierra Leon army. He remained a soldier for almost three years. In his testimony, read today by Samkelo Mokhine .He described his first experience at ths front line. He is now studying in U.S.<br /><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">‘When we got there we were in an ambush, the rebels were attacking when we were in the bush. I did not shoot my gun at first, but when you looked around and saw your school mates, some younger than you ,crying while they were dying with their blood spilling all over you, there was no option but to start pulling the trigger. The sight stays with you. I was just pulling the trigger. I lost my parents during the war, they told us to join the army to avenge our parents</span>.</em>Source: Franz Kruger,’ Child soldier active in 41 countries, ’Radio Netherlands, June 12 2001<br />In Uganda children are caught in the battle between, Uganda’s Peoples defense force (UPDF) and the lord’s resistance Army (LRA) rebel force, which is committed to overthrowing the Ugandan government and to this end rounds up children from villages it raids and forces them to join with them. One 16 year old girl testified to the cruelties she endured when a boy tried to escape:<br /><em><span style="color:#66cccc;">One boy tried to escape, but he was caught. The made him eat a mouth full of red pepper, and five people were beating him. His hands were tied, and then they made us, the other new captives, kill him with a stick. I felt sick. I knew this boy from before. We were from the same village. I refused to kill him ,and they told me they would shoot me. They pointed a gun at me, so I had to do it. The boy was asking me,’ why are you doing this?’ I said I had no choice. After we killed him they made us smear his blood on our arms. I felt dizzy. There was another dead body.I felt so sick. They said we had to do this so we would not fear death, and so we would not try to escape.’-Susan 16</span></em>Source: Human rights Watch, The scars of Death: Children abducted by the Lord’s Resistance Army in Uganda, Human Rights Watch Report,1997,http://www.hrw.org/reports97<br /><em>‘The first time I went into battle I was afraid. But after two or three days they forced us to start using cocaine, and then I lost my fear. When I was taking drugs, I never felt bad on the front. Human blood was the first thing I would have every morning.. It was my coffee in the morning….every morning.’</em> -Ibrahim,16<br />Source: Youth Ambassadors for peace, Voices and stories, Free the children 2001,<br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">‘I was in the Front lines the whole time I was with the opposition force. Used to be assigned to plant mines in areas the enemy passed through. They used us for reconnaissance and other things like that because if you are a child the enemy doesn’t notice you much; nor do the villagers.’- Former Child soldier from Burma /Myanmar</span></em>Source: Former child soldier from Burma/ Myanmar, Interview by Human Rights Watch, Liberia, April 1994, in Human rights watch, the voices of child soldiers, Human rights watch 2004, http//www.hrw.org/campaigns/crp/voices.htm#N_4_.<br /><em><span style="color:#ff9900;">‘They beat all the People there, old and young, they killed them all, nearly ten people…like dogs they kill them… I didn’t kill anyone, but I saw them killing… The children who were with them killed too…. With weapons…. They made us drink the blood of people, we took blood from the dead into a bowl and they made us drink… then when they killed the people they made us eat their liver, their heart, which they took out and sliced and fried…. And they made us little ones eat. ‘<br /></span>-Peruvian women recruited by the Signing Path at age 11.</em>Source: Peruvian women, Interview by R Brett and M.McCallin, in Rachel Brett and Margaret McCallin, Children: The invisible soldiers,(Stockholm:Rådda Barnen,1996),127.<br /><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Zaw Tun’s story:<br /></span><em><span style="color:#00cccc;">‘I was recruited by force, against my will. One evening while we were watching a video show in my village three Army sergeants came. They checked whether we had identification cards and asked if we wanted to join the army. We explained that we were under age and had not got identification cards. But one of my friend said he wanted to join. I said no and came back home that evening but an Army Recruitment unit arrived next morning at my village and demanded two new recruits. Those who could not pay 3000 kyats had to join the Army, they said. I (My parents) could not pay, so altogether 19 of us were recruited in that way and sent to Mingladon (an army training centre)</span>’</em>Source : BBC World service,’ Zaw Tun’s Story, ’In Children of conflict: A human right issue, BBC World service<br /><span style="color:#339999;">Jean Paul’s story<br /></span><em><span style="color:#339999;">‘’’I joined the army to get food for my mother, my brother and sisters’, says Jean Paul 15. Jean Paul is one of 4500 Rwandans children, aged 10-18, who was in the military during the countries brutal civil war </span><span style="color:#339999;">Wearing ragged soiled clothing and running barefoot on the rugged lava rock, Jean Paul looked like any other Refugee boy. Jean Paul now lives in a refugee camp near Goma , I the democratic republic of Congo, where he is one of 630 demobilized child soldiers in the UNICEF-funded reintegration project, which provides schooling, job skills and activities aimed at promoting self esteem</span>.’’</em>Source: Global March against Child labor, The voices of former child soldiers, Global march against child labour, http://www.globalmarch.org/childsoldier/voices.php3.<br /><br />The Human Right Watch has put forth many facts about the Child soldiers. It says ,Although there are no exact figures, hundreds of thousands of children under the age of 18 serve in government forces or armed rebel groups. Some are as young as eight years old. Since 2001, the participation of child soldiers has been reported in 21 on-going or recent armed conflicts in almost every region of the world. Technological advances in weaponry and the proliferation of small arms have contributed to the increased use of child soldiers. Lightweight automatic weapons are simple to operate, often easily accessible, and can be used by children as easily as adults. Children are most likely to become child soldiers if they are poor, separated from their families, displaced from their homes, living in a combat zone or have limited access to education.<br /><span style="color:#009900;">In Nepal’s context, Maoist seem to use more and more children taking advantage of their emotional and physical immaturity. They are easily manipulated and can be drawn into violence that they are too young to resist or understand. There have been many stories shared by children who are used by Maoist during the insurgency either forcibly or by convincing .Many joined Maoist group because of economic or social pressure, or because they believed that the group will offer food or security. Others are forcibly recruited, "press-ganged" or abducted by armed groups. Both girls and boys are used as child soldiers. In Nepal, a third or more of the child soldiers were reported to be girls, which is also same in Sri Lanka and Uganda. In some conflicts, girls may be raped, or given to military commanders as "wives." Children are sometimes forced to commit atrocities against their own family or neighbors. Such practices help ensure that the child is "stigmatized" and unable to return to his or her home community. Once recruited, child soldiers may serve as porters or cooks, guards, messengers or spies. Many are pressed into combat, where they may be forced to the front lines or sent into minefields ahead of older troops. Some children have been used for suicide missions.<br /><br />In 2000, the United Nations adopted an Optional Protocol to the Convention on the Rights of the Child on the involvement of children in armed conflict. The protocol prohibits the forced recruitment of children under the age of 18 or their use in hostilities. To date, it has been ratified by more than 110 countries. The ILO Convention on the Worst Forms of Child Labor prohibits the forced or compulsory recruitment of children under the age of 18 for use in armed conflict. It has been ratified by over 150 countries. In some countries, former child soldiers have access to rehabilitation programs to help them locate their families, get back into school, receive vocational training, and re-enter civilian life. However, many children have no access to such programs. They may have no way to support themselves and are at risk of re-recruitment …<br /></span><span style="color:#ffcccc;">(The programme about' child soldiers' is organized by Red Cross Norway at Oslo,The programme focussed on the rights of child soldiers,their experiences and rehabilitations in a documentary form and a shout for the further actions for them.)</span>niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-3691367722983432372011-05-06T14:21:00.000-07:002011-05-06T14:26:02.250-07:00Berlin,My new love!!!Well this morning the weather looked a lot better so me with my sister headed quite early to catch train to bussterminalen,oslo. The Flybussexpression took us out to the airport in time and got our cheap Ryanair flight over to Berlin.After 1 and half hours of hide and seek ,in and out of clouds ,finally the destiny seems clear and visible. Got a way to catch S-bahn to central station with a kind help from a lady in tourist information centre. Her service pleased us undoubtedly, making the first impressions of German .<br />After getting out from S-bahn we took bus to hotel. Suddenly it started raining. Obviously no one welcomes rain when they r ready to travel and so do we. We afraid if it’s gonna rain other days too, so asked a local .She smiled and said it’s the first rain of the spring and it welcomed you. We were pleased and it did not took us long to find our hotel, centrally located. By the time we reached our hotel it was almost 4o’clock, too much tired and on the top of the rain!!so thought it’s better to rest .<br />The following morning we were up ready for exploring. First we went to the Brandenburg Gates which was pretty significant as a sign of peace and very huge in size. It also had lots of information on plaque's around so we could learn a fair bit about events that occurred right here decades ago. I can only imagine the feeling it would of been when the Berlin wall was removed to reunite the east/west and everyone that had gathered at this point. It was very interesting being here. Then we got at the top of city safari bus as its really a quality time listening to our guide saying information’s about different place and their history. On our way observed many historical places like Reichstagsgebaude, Check point Charlie, Holocaust memorial, Humboldt Universitat, Zoologischer Garten/Aquarium,Topographie des Terror, Amerika-Haus, Alexander Platz......which certainly did provide us an idea to roam more .<br />After the bus left us to the same place where we get in we were now tired and i was quite worried for being sunburned . Went to lunch shortly after and had the biggest lunch I’ve ever seen for ONLY 2.50 EURO!!! Absolute bargain! It was so big and cheap that it deserved a picture :oP I left the shop very full as if i was pregnant (thankfully a lot shorter term though :oP) and went to some church which the name has slipped my mind, however it was half burnt down and restored from WW2. It's amazing to learn how much of Germany had to be rebuilt after the war. . From this we went for a short walk to see the Topography of Terror (a significant section and post of the Berlin wall that still stands in original state with a shroud of information). It looked so old and depressing. However unless you can speak German you won’t be reading the information there. Just down the road from this place was the infamous Checkpoint Charlie. Just a normal street now, but it still has the checkpoint station where the allies crossed over to East Germany.<br />After that, we were eagerly looking forward to see the Berlin wall. Berlin wall was a direct product of the cold war, , former barrier surrounding West Berlin. We expected of some huge walls but it’s now nothing than a two consecutive rows of stones depicting wall dividing east and west Berlin . The World War 2 historical sites were surprisingly quite limited on the tour but we were taken to Hitler’s Bunker. Or what remains at least, it is now just a patch of grass outside some apartment blocks with nothing but a sign to indicate the significance.<br /> The Holocaust memorial is dedicated to the memory of the thousands of Jews murdered by the Third Reich prior to and during World War II. It is located close to the Brandenburg Gate and not far from the bunker where Hitler committed suicide. The memorial consists of austere rectangular grey blocks, void of any decoration<br /><br />On the second day we took train from Hauptbahnhoff central station to Alexander platz and catch a U bahn to Freidrichsfelde , where Dr Rudiger clause was waiting for us to receive. He drove us to the IIJB. We had a nice time there talking about German history and many more. Fish, potato moss, mushrooms and some salad did make our stomach happy and satisfied. He also made us look at the institute and finally drove us to museums and other places where we can go once we r in Germany. We bid him goodbye with a little souvenir of lord Ganesha .<br /> . From this we went to the Pergamon Museum which had some pretty huge architecture remains in there and provided a good walk, but we stayed for too long and got forced out due to closing time :o).The piece that really caught my attention most was a so-called "void" that was an empty space in the museum through which you walk and step on iron faces of the lost lives and memories. <br /> I had the highest expectations of Berlin due to raving reviews from fellow travelers, and it certainly did not disappoint. Visiting the sachsenhausen concentration camp is a quality one. The camp does a superb job of demonstrating what the life was like for the prisoners held here. It is far the most emotional place I’ve ever been to in my life. It's one thing to read about in the text books, but standing on the ground where millions of prisoners, mostly Jews, were burnt to death, is history comes to life.<br />We learned about the crazy quirks of the city. For example, you can always know if you're in East or West by the traffic light guy. To my surprise, this is the first time i am ever seeing the different traffic light guy. The socially responsible red traffic light guy in the East is wearing his little hat and holds his arms out so as to block all the little kiddies from running out into the street. The capitalist red traffic light guy in the West cares not about the children, merely if he still has a job and way of life and keeps his hands in his pocket .These traffic light guys are booming souvenir industry, you can find traffic light guy marked t-shirts, pencil, erasers in souvenir shops.<br />It is said to be one of the fastest changing cities on the planet. It certainly has quite a bit to offer. It has over 170 museums... and enough history to fill them all. It was not even 20 years ago that Berlin was divided and drastically different. Berlin is exceptionally clean, incredibly friendly, has arguably the greatest transportation system in the world, and is intensely policed. We couldn't even jaywalk without being looked at strangely by the police that seemed to be everywhere. The efficiency here is incredibly impressive. People that committed the worst atrocity in the history of mankind, Germans are indeed embarrassed of their past. Many Germans I met didn't even feel comfortable talking about it. But after suffering decades of depression and political struggle, it is pleasing to see the resiliency of the people and therefore, creating Berlin of today. I'd highly recommend a visit here if you're ever in Europe and you'll surely enjoy it as much as I did.Truely Berlin!!!u r my New love!!!niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-76919348701440484872011-04-22T15:33:00.000-07:002011-05-02T09:27:13.758-07:00Bicycle culture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSPPEMWaHxsek_iF5oG9qGiurG9L1tTJQpBWTy6zd9whZNJ1hlvEF998CF8ELJ652_Z7sih36A97U5t1rN5eIVUuLsbMOnO46J3UXmN5lH8WQf0aGT22efkp_leSqJKcxXM468T0QXaRA/s1600/37428_1418905204465_1587695663_992028_6297585_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifSPPEMWaHxsek_iF5oG9qGiurG9L1tTJQpBWTy6zd9whZNJ1hlvEF998CF8ELJ652_Z7sih36A97U5t1rN5eIVUuLsbMOnO46J3UXmN5lH8WQf0aGT22efkp_leSqJKcxXM468T0QXaRA/s200/37428_1418905204465_1587695663_992028_6297585_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598879864585234002" /></a><br />Riding bicycle was just a mere fun time .We used to rent a bicycle ,rupees 10 for an hour. Being brought up in Kathmandu we travel in public transport, cars or motorbikes, but making bicycle a major means to go somewhere was never an option. Then it was just a cheapest means of transport for people and wasn’t thought to be much prestigious. It is cheap to afford in comparison to cars, motorbikes and paying daily in public vehicles.<br />And my concept wasn’t differing either until I saw many people travelling with their happy bicycles in England. The overwhelming number of folks in Brussels, Berlin ,Netherlands and Norway widened my eyes to an astonishment and interest to the cycle culture in Europe. People here feel no awkwardness using bicycles. In this system Netherland leads among all being city of cycles .for them, cycle is a major means to go somewhere. They also have popular sayings –‘Dutch are born with cycle skills from the tomb of their mother’. `They start cycling from the very tender age .Remarkable number of youngsters, old, men ,women, well dressed people ,players and even the member of parliament seems to be loving their journey in cycle. Mountain bikes are popular in Norway as it is a mountainous country.<br />Oslo too attracted me to what it is doing to encourage bicycle culture. It has a special provision for cycle users, A cycle rental system .This system is designed especially for summer, as it is all covered with snow during winter. One can make cycle card for just 70 kroner which is half hours wage for Norwegians .This can cover their travelling expense for whole summer and its nothing so much for them. Thus this system is beneficial, cheap and environment friendly. One can take cycles from any cycle booth, use it for 3 hours and return back to any nearby booths to their destination. Even those who never dare to ride bicycle also seem to be encouraged by this system.<br />Numerous studies have found that cycling provides variety of benefits. Cycling is non polluting and so is environment friendly and help us breathe easily. It is also recommended to people having sedentary lifestyle diseases like obesity, diabetes, heart disease etc. Nevertheless it’s a best way for all to have a complete exercise and stay healthy and fit. To be environment friendly attitude seems to be working well .more and more people use either bicycle or public transport. They can afford cars but they want to save environment and love cycling or else feel proud walking their destination.niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-42336306023510397232011-01-14T06:48:00.000-08:002011-01-15T15:18:27.512-08:00Winter days n news from NepalAs Winter is tightening its icy grip in oslo,temperature reached to -14,not a big matter to a local norwegian but but offcourse its a strange and eye widening fact for somebody like me as it is not common in kathmandu.. though has experienced in london and used to it.Just clicked a news about life hit hard in eastern region with hilly districts witnessing snow fall and terai batteling cold wave and thick fog .The news said-Most of northern mountains are blanketted by snow and drizzle,and frost are adding to local woes in terai.<br />The mercury has drastically dipped affecting normal life as people are chilled to the marrow.Many suffered common cold,Pneumonia and rheumatism and many died. Yes many Died,just because of cold.<br />What can be a heart rendering fact than this….that many people died of Cold. Offcourse natural calamities are not preventable and it is certainly not volcanic eruption or hurricane so at least we can try take precautions.offcourse there may have been some kind of signs or weather forcast about the possible critical situation on the way.What is the use of that information which can not be applied to prevent or reduce the devastation which we are aware of…. I wonder!!?? What have been weather forcast and peoples welfare section of government doing?<br />Despite of chilling weather in oslo,people can continue normal life,as they have good preparation to cold,heating system to insulate against it and other necessary things to secure their lives.well it will be silly comparing Nepal to Norway as we know it is really rich and can afford anything .it produces enegy from waste products to operate heating systems and it definitely cost huge amount.yes ,we definitely cannot do like this,,, but our government can at least do preinform people about the coming situation,change ,ways to prevent cold or can donate warm clothes to poorest areas.but no,!!!!our government rather delights announcing to spend 23 crores in promoting ‘Visit Nepal’ but not in issues like this.And it’s a pitiest fact of our country.<br />Well ,if to think individually…..what can I do for them?...as it is not easy doing than talking and pinpointing sitting cozily being warm.why not we start sharing information on these matters to those places,why not donate our old sweaters as cold prepares to knock…as I know many of us keep them just to show our wardrobe full n chunk ,even we no longer are using them.<br />I saw many of frens in facebook,shared snowy pictures with happy gestures as is always fun to experience new things or so called*first experience.many suggested to visit there and enjoy snow but we should not ignore the bitter face of this part.so,let us not forget many have lost their lives,their crops are severely destroyed and will be foodless for long…due to same snow which is also fun to look at n touch to. Hope we will be prepared in future to cope against such ‘extremities’. and will not let these changes change our lives adversely…….niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-86638873625891004022010-12-26T03:36:00.000-08:002010-12-26T03:38:24.680-08:00Heard this song few days back..really amazing..soothing music and lovely lyrics.Some say love it is a river<br />that drowns the tender reed<br />Some say love it is a razer<br />that leaves your soul to blead<br /><br />Some say love it is a hunger<br />an endless aching need<br />I say love it is a flower<br />and you it's only seed<br /><br />It's the heart afraid of breaking<br />that never learns to dance<br />It's the dream afraid of waking<br />that never takes the chance<br />It's the one who won't be taken<br />who cannot seem to give<br />and the soul afraid of dying<br />that never learns to live<br /> <br />When the night has been too lonely<br />and the road has been too long<br />and you think that love is only<br />for the lucky and the strong<br />Just remember in the winterfar beneath the bitter snows<br />lies the seed<br />that with the sun's love in the spring<br />becomes the roseniruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-5306591616487079512010-12-25T12:51:00.000-08:002010-12-25T13:58:03.307-08:00small wonders !'Tisn't life that matters! 'Tis the courage you bring to it.--Sir Hugh Walpole<br /><br />What a powerful statement—right away it makes you want to square your shoulders, raise your head and look the world in the eye…<br /><br />And, the thing is that the place where the most courage is needed is in cheerfully doing our daily tasks…those little, sometimes tedious, everyday chores…duties that often go completely unnoticed by the family…routine tasks that just have to be done if the day is to move smoothly…gaps filled and people covered up for at work…there are so many tiny demands that daily life makes of us…nothing dramatic, or earth-shattering or traffic-stopping…but all requiring a cheery smile…thank yo mum n all who do those small wonders to make out each normal day brighter...<br /><br />That’s when life really starts to matter…niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-5105184021379327012009-10-17T11:20:00.000-07:002009-10-18T01:13:31.098-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_z9lgwgQPdIPJr776ighW1PEblLoieweu8LcnBDAbCKaaBznpi7sIX3mSESTSd83FbmnFyqtTsiy3fCYjnwotKXMaRrmtSO_6Tr_iTnQkmfdT0ZPtieb7MDWyXfddvsdZi6LRajBoD_8r/s1600-h/niru.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393850039406120242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_z9lgwgQPdIPJr776ighW1PEblLoieweu8LcnBDAbCKaaBznpi7sIX3mSESTSd83FbmnFyqtTsiy3fCYjnwotKXMaRrmtSO_6Tr_iTnQkmfdT0ZPtieb7MDWyXfddvsdZi6LRajBoD_8r/s320/niru.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEtUU4aMO1cV-a2kxv8JTK19Ihj6a4VZmrl3BaeUqTiQRAM7bB3uIAGUQF6qN_YaMr4jhYfR835naoK-iMKwiVlyIRx16MtHGiZWKsj5lyfctwVeX5HWsVmCuTPDCfuZxSt1UBk5Gwr4bv/s1600-h/niru.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGJLCy2XWy9NlDs-VY0QpTlCge_nkRNOU8f40g5nvOFnpoJPav237FClij9JGEyxWgo8H6NR7g0FxwbSX4IUC8l4IOwZZsjjbZC8X-FMN6bBwyobcUQu0Lle6TEOpsJ6TEwJaIvcqqNW5/s1600-h/niru.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtp0lPIsFUxBlzSxwARgXSUyNlPVG1fVECSqanG0WVusSKYiB-2jwBnimmul-eORJifdyHC5eyCbkMkGyiGHIMWzOCJvnBunyCZVxwYcignZNp0YaZqFaG9spT3hGhsF9RNR856s1umN0/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0608.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Kyun koi paas hai door hai kyun koi jaane na koi yaha pe...aa raha paas ya door mein ja raha janu na mein hoon kahan pe.................</span></div></div></div></div>niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-29016791700755488972009-09-23T10:12:00.000-07:002009-09-23T10:15:18.422-07:00<span style="color:#ffffff;">em back…. ok ,we were leaving itahari rt? ya …<br />Then we reached Dharan and there we decided to go hile on micro thinking it will take us faster than other buses. But ,sadly, our expectations flew away high in the air like kites blown in Dashain!!! as we waited restlessly being hot and I felt like we were potatoes being toasted there….the uneasy was that they were piling their autocracy on people and our condition ….like thiefs being handcuffed and mouth sealed. just could roll two eyes and play 'Dohori' with self. Seeing their attitudes and different kind of people there I remembered the quote'Santan thari thari ka' .They were treating people like they meant to move with their remote control. They were telling passengers to move here and there to manage more and more people.I was shocked indeed and I thought em much more blessed in my KATHMANDU. However it is … its my Den , my Heaven.<br /> I too moved backseat with Anil dai, Nabindra dai , Razen dai and Kailash. It was really conjusted, nevertheless Altu was in continuous try to comfort me . Before us was a handsome looking "dharane thiti".She was quite heavy weighted,heavily henna coloured hair and rough spoken one .. who contributed adding seasoning in our boring dish by giving sight to "Alta" and "yuna frato" and some ore….to YF..hehehe he,,,,Anyways,The dark sky And cool atmosphere of hile welcomed us nicely as we got good place to spend night there. Small, cute cozy and clean room was much better than a luxurious Bunglow. We girls tasted "tumba" while others drank, except good boy "Kailash"<br /> well, my dear brothers were having serious talks ,I musn't lie here-I was feeling damn sleepy as if a cat after a long walk got the soft blanket to sleep…Later on two girls told me that they were too feeling same.hahahah Next morning sarmilu perfectly captured the beautiful sunrise. Having hot hot tea we left Hile being contempt. We roamed Hile bazaar ,bought "Vede Khursani" as a souverigner of Hile . Anil was was excited about "Vede khursani".As we hush! our stomach with "PURI tarkari,phulaura,and black tea ,,,,we changed our plan from Vedetar to Chainpur coz all agreed that we can go Vedetar at any time but "Chainpur" ..-its like NOW OR Never. So we blindly headed toward Chainpur.<br /><br />We had a little break at Basantapur where we bought a special Local alcohol made of Rhododendron (we call GURANS hai). It was Really tasty and light also.we also had MO;MO cha and pork meat(though I was not supposed to eat ,,hehe)<br />The way to Chainpur was muddy and very Risky.For a single moment I felt the thunder storm inside me!.I went cold and almost stiff…!!.Then we got off near Piluwa river and took a short cut way through Piluwa bridge to catch a jeep to Chainpur….</span>niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-50035906386470590282009-09-23T05:29:00.000-07:002011-01-14T05:55:25.891-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08HBpPmxwNJaJJBmsRsb_GuTUlf_PYsoLLAqgfqtmfs3844zWhKselk2iCBpEcb2RsN5O-Yo0IwWn3B5qBPqfRZhavl4Tk62m3_e7o-AbrxxaVg2zkhR06p6c9-XV3RSAPC8ThRfKE8LE/s1600-h/DSC_0285.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384642639746555938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08HBpPmxwNJaJJBmsRsb_GuTUlf_PYsoLLAqgfqtmfs3844zWhKselk2iCBpEcb2RsN5O-Yo0IwWn3B5qBPqfRZhavl4Tk62m3_e7o-AbrxxaVg2zkhR06p6c9-XV3RSAPC8ThRfKE8LE/s320/DSC_0285.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;">catching jeep to chainpur...<br /></span><div></div>niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-73338920523734114342009-09-21T21:19:00.000-07:002009-09-21T21:27:22.841-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkR2roKAXShGmguG_iQDuXLZyD1-JiL6HXvUl6-eoHB15mDBOvpGF-SObN6Ql8dFNxgvVCcyvgvSj8FyTLCwI7E7UFHZ_IiTca__q7F0wLCDWpYI76-f1j6rF3AsXi4f3SolxupjtWAwp/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384142755940354594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkR2roKAXShGmguG_iQDuXLZyD1-JiL6HXvUl6-eoHB15mDBOvpGF-SObN6Ql8dFNxgvVCcyvgvSj8FyTLCwI7E7UFHZ_IiTca__q7F0wLCDWpYI76-f1j6rF3AsXi4f3SolxupjtWAwp/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffcc99;"> yo hile ko ho hai hehehe...</span><br /><div></div>niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-7891714723997328292009-09-21T21:09:00.000-07:002009-09-23T00:51:55.514-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOcr7qWgINsIbkBXX9tvFWxnGQpUUaGkB6-ex1TIaG_OhL5I_qdy2XyeClJ7AVJB40TF0kiGdNRFh64HbioAZxjzK1a3miNUtukj_o6yuLVfxl_ItcqzLsiZv-TNYDRquez9kYIj5cLA6/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384140401712173874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOcr7qWgINsIbkBXX9tvFWxnGQpUUaGkB6-ex1TIaG_OhL5I_qdy2XyeClJ7AVJB40TF0kiGdNRFh64HbioAZxjzK1a3miNUtukj_o6yuLVfxl_ItcqzLsiZv-TNYDRquez9kYIj5cLA6/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">uhun uhun...both bg on me ...one is skectching me and another seeing my sketch.</span></div>niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-23495821027788203172009-09-21T20:25:00.000-07:002009-09-21T21:30:59.431-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Adding yet another pictures-"Itahari to Chainpur"in my memory album!!!!!!!<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ccccff;">As if the fairy rolled the magic stick, my wish was about to fulfill as we were all set to move in yet another trip to Itahari, Dharan Dhankuta and Bhedetar.This one is even special coz somewhere I was in doubt about going….and finally I got a space to fill which I wanted to fill with bright colours of happiness and rosy touch ups.<br /><br />Like a running horse we moved to kalanki as soon as I answered desperate calls by kailash and Razen sir. With a nice comment from Navinbra dai 'kati gala raato pareko' and confirmation by kailash ' a aalughadi ta haina raicha' we get in to the bus. Almost 45 minutes wait inside the bus had a lot to show us. The street venders tried selling Watches,'khuwa','titaura',water and even the sprays in their own marketing styles. Neverthless, we bought very little stuffs from them but somewhere that scene made me think of what disaster the political instability has brought.</span> <span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#ccccff;">Then</span> <span style="color:#ccccff;">soon.the yummy"Makai" and chips made my mouth tasty and enjoyed hide and sick with 'kailash ko camera'.<br /></span><span style="color:#ff9966;">Then I had to stay with a women who was quite misled by Dogma coz she was not ready to sit</span> </span><span style="color:#ff9966;">aside a men….I could read her mind and fear –that smwhere in middle of journey I may left and she again will have to sit beside a man hehehe….as she asked me in her solemn voice "Where r u going?". ITAHARI-My answer blew away all her Goosebumps and soon she turned in to utterly butterly butterfly.She told me that she is too going there with a much satisfied kinda smile.Till the clouds were ready to curtain the sun, The journey was passing quietly at least for meh with that women by my side.<br /><br />Then after Kailash moved forward to us saying that sarmili slept and he doesn't want to.Poor Kailash passed quite a long way standing as the women was not ready to move backseat.But this no longer bothered her as she was asked to sit with a girl… So, what else ;Then the funny funny talks started. like we say 'Old is gold', the old memories of Nabindra dai and Anil dai was really interesting to listen But not to forget 'New is Diamond' We shared many new things.<br />Sometime struggles are exactly what we need to make a simple day brighter, we really did struggle for a fresh air when a truck loaded with a raw leather was making us follow with suffocating and yet laugh generating smell…All are adding their kind of instinct to that smell sarmilu and others were smelling like stinging shocks re.. while I was smelling like dead mice.. n now when I look back I think it won't have been interesting and fun journey without that…Everybody felt a victory as we left that truck behind and took a long breathe as if we got a victory over a ghost hahahah….<br />We crossed Biratnagar, Sunsari,IInarwa and also the koshi bridge in our way . My heart poundered Reaching Koshi bridge.As bigger the koshi appears even bigger the disaster it created and biggest is the weeping hearts of people over there who r not getting anything except the donated aid foods. In fact I must say "The Manmade Disasters"How much we are piled up by the narrow boundaries of dreary sand of desert habits. We are not ready to leave a single grain for needy ones ,instead we try storing them for the future references.<br />It was little cold there n I wore my jacket to make me warm n comfort which I removed soon as I landed in Itahari .For ITahari I've got three words Hot Hot and HOTly nice. This time I really had a painful and restless time there. I remembered greenday guys n their song –Drain the pressures frm the swellings,the sensation overwhelming ,bid me along kiss goodnight and everything will be alright ..tell me that I won't feel a thing and give me Novacaine……oh smbody give me Novacaine heheheh but soon after sitting n making myself warm in shed (funny hai?)quite relieved my pain . Then we were invited to saptakoshi F.M and met Esperanto grop there .i was happy to bid good bye to itahari as I was dreaming of cold weather of Bhedetar.As we get on the bus to Dharan Kailash had a naughtily sweet time with wonderful n outspoken girls.hehehe. To be continued.............</span>niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-33399790034336446462009-09-04T06:34:00.000-07:002009-09-04T06:40:41.499-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"> adaptiĝ al la modernaj virinoj!<br /></span> <span style="color:#66cccc;">estas nova egaleco en interrilato inter viroj kaj virinoj. Virinoj havas ŝanĝitan kaj viroj devas adaptiĝ al ĉi tiuj ŝanĝoj. La nova egaleco oni povas vidi en sintenoj supera eduko,de ekzemplo, juna edzo neniam demand lia edzino" kie vi klopod por met mi tra lernejo?" sed " kiel ni financo niaj edukadoj?" aŭ " vi vol fino via edukado antaŭ mi fino mino?" Viroj ankaŭ devas pritrakti la fakto, ke modernaj virinoj pli probable defio iliaj opinioj kaj sintenoj.<br /></span>niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8342645666134730787.post-31394886359020388722009-08-16T07:47:00.000-07:002009-08-26T18:26:02.011-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYFRGYgD7TjFpUi0zCWeJrb6QaOg2vfDM_mDs1ocovy69Bdh8rlPlNPBAh1k4EcDxCOAMvtkB_di9kfvFeFz11eAiYgSvRdpbnsUwnYv0XHwU9zs0r3-MMWNYMRIeNKQdW9sQgffSNMBF/s1600-h/DSC_0237.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371194764086023346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYFRGYgD7TjFpUi0zCWeJrb6QaOg2vfDM_mDs1ocovy69Bdh8rlPlNPBAh1k4EcDxCOAMvtkB_di9kfvFeFz11eAiYgSvRdpbnsUwnYv0XHwU9zs0r3-MMWNYMRIeNKQdW9sQgffSNMBF/s320/DSC_0237.JPG" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnEoygMAXLLJ-P7qjGZstSkWcV9F637OzlpuO3V5FtceT79OsZczQKXJuo_W64XEFQYdV0-idm-3wNrwY-GeOi6UxlrZa8YnJ4KYJlYz5PbHi_UOQL_3QorFExYroOHOT-PI4G6extNG3/s1600-h/esp1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370955090273280354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnEoygMAXLLJ-P7qjGZstSkWcV9F637OzlpuO3V5FtceT79OsZczQKXJuo_W64XEFQYdV0-idm-3wNrwY-GeOi6UxlrZa8YnJ4KYJlYz5PbHi_UOQL_3QorFExYroOHOT-PI4G6extNG3/s320/esp1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><br /><object id="ieooui" classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D"></object><br /><style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style><br /><br /><br /><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:city style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"><st1:place>karaj</st1:place></st1:city><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"> amikoj </span>,</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)">bonvenon al mia blogo </span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">mi estas niru.mi volas dividi iuj miaj sentoj tra ĉi tiu blogo. lastatempe mi estas lernanta esperanto.tiu lingvo estas vere mallonga, amuzo kaj facile learni. iranta al esperanto klaso estas vere amuzo. ni estas totala ok homoj kaj fariĝis tre bonajn amikojn sen konsidero de aĝo kaj profesio. horo en la esperanto klaso labor vere almetis novan spicon em mia vivo.ĝi vere provizita kvaliton renkontiĝon kun mirindaj homoj <st1:city><st1:place>kiel</st1:place></st1:city> Anilo, Nabindro, govindo, kailaĉho, reeno,sarmlo kaj ankaŭ</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">nia insruisto s-ro Razen Manandhar estas pli <st1:city><st1:place>kiel</st1:place></st1:city> frato kaj amiko al ni. Li estas tre speco kaj viro de pasio kaj sindediĉo kiuj estas ĉiame inspiranta kaj tiranta ni far pli bone ĉiu tago.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">kune ni ĉiuj estas teamo esperanto.mi vere admire tiel vi ĉiuj inspir kaj la entuziasmo kaj spirito vi montro kaj kunport aliaj</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzGIM4rT0qbahMTT4XuYi9LUma9BY9k2J-FQyTZIV1I3DX46hbwxgYJ1ackwbHgGMC21sjblLGV9oV-gs6-75fb3XIXF-09qw7CrguQrwf8i8sXJqu5-6l3J4Uj7VJlUdgBRA632a-YdO/s1600-h/nn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370962314565316818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzGIM4rT0qbahMTT4XuYi9LUma9BY9k2J-FQyTZIV1I3DX46hbwxgYJ1ackwbHgGMC21sjblLGV9oV-gs6-75fb3XIXF-09qw7CrguQrwf8i8sXJqu5-6l3J4Uj7VJlUdgBRA632a-YdO/s320/nn.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">However i appear to others,watever is painted on my face ,em just me to myself n i love ME.Its gonna be a place where i'll write some thoughts,some stories,some of myself...,The way i see the way of life. It is all about my views, my way of saying, my spirit, my fire, my love and the freedom of being myself...</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Al Nagarkot, rajdante sur motorcikloj kun esp.amikoj</em></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /><em></em></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9W7NlPiJAy9yWOCVYTR_YqQU54u-NXCbvoB1_zYYOjz9UBAPJjw4LSFGKi9xYvUw6rCTIaO0Cok2SHSLZNigfSA_FDTvlzKwA4X9g2zwaZk7eStRpmIWFt9nnIfYWV-6p_hVuNPgm33Q/s1600-h/mal+altaj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371709618888959154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9W7NlPiJAy9yWOCVYTR_YqQU54u-NXCbvoB1_zYYOjz9UBAPJjw4LSFGKi9xYvUw6rCTIaO0Cok2SHSLZNigfSA_FDTvlzKwA4X9g2zwaZk7eStRpmIWFt9nnIfYWV-6p_hVuNPgm33Q/s320/mal+altaj.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">New people, new language and a new group bonded with trust and harmony was filling my life with a new energy, positivity and enthusiasm. Had I never imagined before that I'll meet such a wonderful people truly having 'Down to earth ' kind of personality ..all rock!!!Happy to have u all as a team Esperanto .counting my blessings!!!!!!<br />A trip to Nagarkot is something which I'll cherish for lifetime. The beautiful sceneries, natural carpeted land and a refreshing and romantic cool weather wouldn't get worth without u all…</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">And, ya !how could I forget that way ,up to the anil dai's tent! Narrow muddy and steep way, up and down, fear of leech and other insects really did fill our journey with adventure, excitement, fun, fear and finally a contempt soul. The tents were amazingly well organized and good place for holidaying. Thumbs up frato!!<br />Well, this trip showcased some talents too…..undoubtedly kailash can be a good folk singer…Nabindra dai dances well'jhoom barabar jhoom' hehehe , Anil dai rocks in whatever he does n ya Razen sir ;did you hear?rina too spoke!!!</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Big thanks to two photographers for capturingthose moments forever.Alta!!!i know ur cleverness....your 'bheja' really works yaar!</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">oh!The story can never be complete if i forget to mention about'juka aatanka'.It was my first experience of leech bite.i was really terrified to see 6-7 leeches voraciously sucking on my feet.oh gosh! wat a movement they had.Anyways its a bitterly sweet experience.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">Everybody was shouting 'malrapide' 'malrapide' behind me and Anilo.But actually guys jukas encouraged us to move rapidly as i was desperately waiting to put off my shoes and throw d hiding leeches .Anil dai and rina too had juks on their feet.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">At the end of day, it was a heavenly experience for all of us and .don know i'll ever get such oppurtunity or not n we don know wats in our future......so em eagerly looking forward for another one......</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify">till then bonan....hahaha,gxis ...bye!!!!!<br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw4g3W3Ym3rL_q9hhaB5O_8JClGhc30rQBCgG-64OnaX83OcqwVBaL-IDagIT2D8ayfb2I50jLwpFMZN8uGLY1DoAGOXkr5t9FD7nl3a_BH7LXTd3qOvvIW0KWphIbYvrRdGJujOnK6TAz/s1600-h/alta+,juna+frato+kaj+sinjorino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371721481271580306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw4g3W3Ym3rL_q9hhaB5O_8JClGhc30rQBCgG-64OnaX83OcqwVBaL-IDagIT2D8ayfb2I50jLwpFMZN8uGLY1DoAGOXkr5t9FD7nl3a_BH7LXTd3qOvvIW0KWphIbYvrRdGJujOnK6TAz/s320/alta+,juna+frato+kaj+sinjorino.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PX93e14ZuNKHWfLZ7QXYZuxW3wOYJThQC44w2V-Uc2gVzH0-zbEOaEa5xyNdiEN1SUYLK8CxawxXTXO8KHhzrEN-o052YwTLUGD_Ln6-SBpQ9G5mLi1xF-2oCvCi0DugNjQkcaowZq3d/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371371740653160018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PX93e14ZuNKHWfLZ7QXYZuxW3wOYJThQC44w2V-Uc2gVzH0-zbEOaEa5xyNdiEN1SUYLK8CxawxXTXO8KHhzrEN-o052YwTLUGD_Ln6-SBpQ9G5mLi1xF-2oCvCi0DugNjQkcaowZq3d/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">The three muskeeters!!!!</span>!<br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">All set to move ahead after d short break..</span><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"><span style="font-size:130%;">The valedictory day</span><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">22nd august , I was so much in hurry that I even didn't see that a nail aside my door teared the pocket of my baggy pant coz I promised to be at 1o'clock at SCC and I was already an hour late. I was excited about today's programme, an Esperanto printed t-shirt n the short speech I had made .thankfully Anil dai didn't make much harder comment on it but I haven't lived up to my own expectation coz I only turned few lines to </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">sound form hehehe. The T-shirt was quite big to </span><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DolhxW4g7v8YZroFBM4546FKqCysvpBiqDF2gE81Vbm7bTCXzU8F-AtviQkfwfrAkTYIyN3U9sPErNXi-eJ2tTjINoS3aG8yE5ikdgq5SXRaFfeMOA5eeepUcNYZ0nyp5gNwpZk8pMu6/s1600-h/K19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373198707251501938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DolhxW4g7v8YZroFBM4546FKqCysvpBiqDF2gE81Vbm7bTCXzU8F-AtviQkfwfrAkTYIyN3U9sPErNXi-eJ2tTjINoS3aG8yE5ikdgq5SXRaFfeMOA5eeepUcNYZ0nyp5gNwpZk8pMu6/s320/K19.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">my o size body …hehehe but still the print was really nice n large enough to hide my teared pocket.<br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">The programme started with welcome speech by our teacher Mr Razen Manandhar followed by short speeches from all of us. Anil dai really made us proud by speaking the best way.Then we received the certificate for completing the course by Hon.Guest Mr Shree Prasad Shrestha.we are greatful to nabindra dai for his works . I felt like this is the beginning of new chapter .then we n our guests had little bit of 'petpuja'.<br /></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">The best part of todays programme is the experiences shared by Mr.Shree Prasad Shrestha in response to question by alta pasero .It was really a worthy one. And we really had a good time listening to senior photographer Min Bajracharyas interesting guffs. And I think todays style icon too is Mr Min Bajracharya , his style of noting the Esperanto words n taking that note out of pocket to use, was really stylish.<br /></span><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)">Time passes so fast. It was just like yesterday we were at class unknown to eachother n today we r here to declare the end of it. Yesterday we were an individuals and today we r a team. As I entered our class room I become quite nostalgic for a moment n then we had a group photograph which will be a good memo. Its definitely the end of certain country race but not the RACE. We still have many roads to run a race so, this is not the end but the beginning as ,only Night can bring a new day . we are on the verge to a new dawn.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">On Relationship<br /></span><span style="color:#66cccc;">Relationships-of all kinds-are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely , with an open hand , the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on ,the sand trickles through your fingers. you may hold on to some of it ,but most will be spilled.A relationship is like that.Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold it tightly, too possessively; and the relationship slips away and is lost. .. </span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Sarkado!</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374306985737745986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_7H1NqW0droUFRFpWC-ivW_H1o6qIyn7LoPbsGzLa9FRNsigMj_7B_Td4PfB04ukDaQcxDd_PmqgkIYVxzdjZy1DT_RHjz7AvVnWkc_F_IMLN5ba_tMdaMeIHJrQFKTqiHrIlWh_bpRnt/s320/CSC_0883.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#999900;">hodiaŭ mi decidita min ke mi loĝis en la ĝangalo sufiĉe longe! mi estis pens al elpren herboj ĉirkaŭ mia domo ekde malmultaj monatoj . mi faris proksimume duono kaj la ĝardenisto venis... mi estis tre kolera vidi lin ĉar mi estis invitanta lin sed li ne vizitis por longe. kaj li diris-aj! vi estas faranta mia laboro?! kun ridet vizaĝo..... tiu malantaŭ li faris la laboro ;sed mi estis ne feliĉe pagi mono al lin ĉar li sole faris duonon laboron.tamen mia ĝardeno estas purigita !!!<br /></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">.</span><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"><br /></p><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"><br /><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div>niruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03691443588870900956noreply@blogger.com9