'Tisn't life that matters! 'Tis the courage you bring to it.--Sir Hugh Walpole
What a powerful statement—right away it makes you want to square your shoulders, raise your head and look the world in the eye…
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...
That’s when life really starts to matter…
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
em back…. ok ,we were leaving itahari rt? ya …
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.
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"
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.
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)
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….
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.
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"
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.
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)
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….
Monday, September 21, 2009
Adding yet another pictures-"Itahari to Chainpur"in my memory album!!!!!!!
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.
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. Then soon.the yummy"Makai" and chips made my mouth tasty and enjoyed hide and sick with 'kailash ko camera'.
Then I had to stay with a women who was quite misled by Dogma coz she was not ready to sit 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.
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.
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….
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.
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.............
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.
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. Then soon.the yummy"Makai" and chips made my mouth tasty and enjoyed hide and sick with 'kailash ko camera'.
Then I had to stay with a women who was quite misled by Dogma coz she was not ready to sit 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.
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.
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….
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.
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.............
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