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….

catching jeep to chainpur...

yo hile ko ho hai hehehe...

uhun uhun...both bg on me ...one is skectching me and another seeing my sketch.

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.............

adaptiĝ al la modernaj virinoj!
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.

karaj amikoj ,

bonvenon al mia blogo

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 kiel Anilo, Nabindro, govindo, kailaĉho, reeno,sarmlo kaj ankaŭ

nia insruisto s-ro Razen Manandhar estas pli kiel 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.

kune ni ĉiuj estas teamo esperanto.mi vere admire tiel vi ĉiuj inspir kaj la entuziasmo kaj spirito vi montro kaj kunport aliaj

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...

Al Nagarkot, rajdante sur motorcikloj kun esp.amikoj

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!!!!!!
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…

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!!
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!!!

Big thanks to two photographers for capturingthose moments forever.Alta!!!i know ur cleverness....your 'bheja' really works yaar!

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.

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.

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......

till then bonan....hahaha,gxis ...bye!!!!!

The three muskeeters!!!!!

All set to move ahead after d short break..

The valedictory day
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 sound form hehehe. The T-shirt was quite big to

my o size body …hehehe but still the print was really nice n large enough to hide my teared pocket.
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'.

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.

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.


On Relationship
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. ..

Sarkado!

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 !!!

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