Shrawan~ a month of greenery!

18th July 2016

As the clouds, travelling all the way from Bengal shower their love over the subcontinent, the earth responds with brilliant greenery. It is the most beautiful shade of green; in all its nascent rawness; fresh and new, as if the earth is celebrating life and vigour in full splendour.

The smell of the rain soaked earth is mesmerizing; heavenly indeed; absolutely awe-inspiring. It is as if earth is making love; and not in any obscene or raunchy sort of way but rather pure and magnificent. The lush greenery of the world at this time; the freshness of paddy as it rises from the soil soaking in the rain; the dancing leaves of the tress in the rain is but a piece of art; where nature takes the brush and adds monsoon hues to the world. The air is clean and fresh; and the when the sun peeks in between from the clouds; the world transforms in its golden light.

The adjoining hills are heavenly, with the clouds reigning in all directions, venturing as low as they can. The earth at this time is seductive and bold and the sky adds more to its vigour. There are not much flowers during this season; only the green, brown and grey and it seems that other colours in the following seasons are born from them afterwards.

Rivers are also alive; gurgling with vigour as rain drops pour into them from hinterlands; gifted by their beautiful cousin clouds, brought all the way from Bengal. In turn, it flows and flows, exhilarated to meet the sea. In the course, it breaks all the barriers; takes many forms; unruly and wild. Continue reading

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Rain!

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Image Source: Bing

4/5/2016

 

The wicked heat,

The dust,

The haze,

from forests burning far away;

The plight,

The suffocation,

The stench,

of the rivers turned into sewage;

The thirst,

The distress,

The dearth,

of every soul living in earth;

You quench it all,

You clean it all,

You negate all,

With your trillions of drops that fall;

In few minutes, an hour or more of you,

The world parched, thus survives and continues anew.

Dear Dharahara, We will rise again!

5th May 2015

A 7.9 richter massive scale earthquake hit my country on 25th April 2015. The central part of Nepal including the capital has been devastated. This nightmare has cost us 8000+ lives and the numbers keep on increasing.It has also cost us our infrastructures, our homes and our heritage. 5 of the UNESCO world heritage sites of Kathmandu valley are ruins, leaving a vacuum in their place and in our hearts. It eats up my heart to see it empty, what had always been there, which we had always taken for granted. Our ancient Durbars that have witnessed the different eras; the various dynasties; many rulers; their conspiracies and untold stories have collapsed. Our temples that have housed our millions of deities; heard trillions of prayers; answered many’s wishes and provided solace to all have crumbled; completely devastated and in ruins. Our deities are homeless like their many believers.

And our Dharahara has collapsed too. With the first seismic waves, hitting Kathmandu valley, it crumbled into pieces and Dharahara 2collapsed to the ground, taking many lives with it. A hundred stories, turned to dust as it fell,. I have been seeing the photos of our fallen Dharahara ever since the second day of the earthquake in national dailies and social media hundreds of times, and it appalls me every time. It has become a symbol of this earthquake, even though other UNESCO listed heritage sites have also faced similar or more destruction.  It is not a World Heritage Site, neither is it so tall , nor it has a unique architecture as such. It is a white tower, 9 stored, significantly tall in yesteryears but these years it stayed cosily amidst other high-rise building and was definitely not our “Qutub-minar” like Indian Media has been asserting. Still, when it opened a few years back for public to climb, it did attract a lot of kathmandu-ties and Nepalese from outside valley. One had to climb it at least once in their lifetime, so we all thought. And so on a packed saturday, when the earthquake hit, it fell with around 400 people in and around the tower. Continue reading

Post Nepal Earthquake: A trip to Patigaun Village, Sindhupalchowk

April 30, 2015

30th April! Day 6 of the devastating earthquakes that hit Nepal! A 7.9 Richter scale nightmare hit my country on April 25th and with its wide spread effects, my country is still shaking! It has already destroyed 5 of our UNESCO World Heritage sites, caused trillions of damage to the meager infrastructure of the least developed country and claimed more than 5000 lives. This doomed number keeps rising with hundreds every hour.

Our country is mourning, traumatized and yet slowly picking up, gathering strengths. The youths are organizing, gathering themselves and their country with them, fighting their own government imposed red tapes and trying to act immediately, urgently and reach out to the needy ones. With the same pursuit, we visited Sankhu today. Sankhu, a municipality few hours drive from Kathmandu core city, a very old city in itself and center of Hindu religious tale, Swasthani, is highly damaged.   Approximately 166 of these were destroyed, 97 severely damaged, and 37 moderately damaged, according to sources. We ,a group of around 15 volunteers, reached there at around 1 PM, after a busy morning volunteering to bottle and package Piyush (chlorinated water disinfectant) but when we reached there, it was filled with Chinese aid, Mercy Malaysia volunteers and other supports. Because of its proximity with core Kathmandu city and motorable roads, there was even a traffic jam because of aid carrying vehicles. So the locals of Sankhu themselves suggested us to go ahead. As we moved further,  we crossed Jarsingpauwa (Lapsiphedi VDC) and reached Bhotechaur , of Sindhupalchowk district.

On  April 26th, that is the second day of the earthquake, the biggest aftershock of this earthquake series hit Nepal and had its epicenter in this very district. Sindhupalchowk has already lost 1587 lives and this number will also rise with each passing hour. A remote district next to Kathmandu, the district had to suffer the highest number of deaths and the second highest per capita death rate at more than five deaths per thousand residents.

The directions were confusing as we hadn’t done our research earlier. But when we reached Bhotechaur, there were Patigaun1already big trucks and vehicles carrying and distributing food and medicines to the locals there. More like looting and hoarding by the locals out of desperation. The relief materials still had no tents, only some packaged foods and medicines. Our volunteer group had no affiliation as such to any organization and we had collected a few bucks on our own and bought little relief. We were on bikes and had another volunteer’s car where we had kept few noodles and Chiura (beaten rice). Sensing that Bhotechaur has received aids and will continue to do so, because of the motorable roads, we decided to go ahead. The roads were mostly dirt roads, and we had to park car, when we couldnot take it further in the narrow trail. After around an hour from Bhotechaur, we reached Patigaun VDC of Sindhupalchowk. Not a single house was untouched by the earthquake there. Houses were toppled down, looked more like rubble. The standing ones also bore the cracks and scars of the nightmare.  Continue reading

One fine afternoon!

20th April 2015

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Summer arrived in Kathmandu! After almost a week of detouring here and there, summer announced itself in Kathmandu boldly. Scorching in Mid-afternoon! I was going back to office from a meeting; a pretty interesting one if I must say! A half an hour long meeting; with me drilling questions and the lady answering with maybe-s an around-s, really very interesting! See, I love my work!

So, as I was backing, I started observing; my favorite time pass! Staring at my fellow passers-by and shops whose life-size mannequins have taken over the walkway, dressed in fancy summery garments! There were all sorts of people. It was mid-day, so less people. There were housewives- running around with their shopping bags; college girls in groups- gossiping endlessly; boys from shops- hooting at those girls; street dogs sleeping lazily and motorbikes and a few cars passing busily on my right! Consistent Zwwiii and occasional horns! All beneath the scorching heat! Umbrellas everywhere! (I myself had one!) Some were walking swiftly, some sluggishly! Some were walking and shouting on their cell-phones and some were pushing others in their hurry and not even saying sorry! While some were peeking at the shops; indecisive of whether they should take a look and keep walking, creating a momentary people-jam!

And amidst all these variety of strides, a kid was coming my way, marching in his uniform and was holding his mother’s hand! A mere 8-9 year old little man, he seemed to be returning home from school. Kids are amazing, always delightful! What was even more amazing was that he had his eyes closed and had his right arm held open as if in an embrace. He would let his hand brush across other pedestrians and strangers with his eyes closed. He would then laugh and jubilate and open one eye to see who his stooge was!  Continue reading

A little bit of Everything!

7/1/2015

A little bit of love

Like sunshine through the clouds,

A little bit of Companionship

Turns the world around.

 

A little bit of confusion

To lose the path,

A little bit of Distraction

And misguidance to end up in wrath.

 

A little bit of grief

Distress, pain and dejection,

A little bit of havoc

Daring the entire conviction.Happiness_ 2014

 

A little bit of Turmoil,

To burn the confidence,

A little bit of Shame

For self  Reflection.

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You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda

I read this poem and loved every word of it 🙂

You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowlyUP
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.
You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.
You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.
You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…
~ Pablo Neruda

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