Accidentally in Love!LOL

This song rocks, always feel great listening to it. But these lovey dovey stuffs( though this one is ali halka love) hehe. are better in books, a lot better in movies and songs the reality is different. To love Bonjovi’s Rocking Love proclaimations as in “Always”, “I’ll be there for you”, “In my arms” etc, to say I like guys clad in checked shirts or say I love men with “halka dadi”or find men on bikes with dark colored helmets mysterious is one thing but to have someone come up to you and say Hey I like you is a totally different experience! Its a one time Shocking affair when you wonder “Hoina keta ko dimag sadkecha ki kaso?”, and then what is this the eighth wonder? And then you get back to your senses and come up with a fine dialogue ” Oye, how dare you like me?” Like me??????? Malai ni kasaile manparaucha!!!Ke ho dant jharideun!”
But like everything else in life there is something called the first time experience. Life has its “Hatke style” of reminding you of who “You really are” Then you are ready with a saner explaination ” Love, romance, boys…Opps! just realized that they figure nowhere in my “To-do” list in this lifetime. How about romancing in the next birth honey? What can you do when I just don’t believe in that “Love just happens” crap. Its a conscious decision and I don’t Choose it. Still prefer Books to boys So here’s my Goodbye to Romance!” With a rocking number:

So she said what’s the problem baby
What’s the problem I don’t know
Well maybe I’m in love (love)
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can’t stop thinking ’bout it

How much longer will it take to cure this
Just to cure it cause I can’t ignore it if it’s love (love)
Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don’t know nothing ’bout love

Come on, come on
Turn a little faster
Come on, come on
The world will follow after
Come on, come on
Cause everybody’s after love

So I said I’m a snowball running
Running down into the spring that’s coming all this love
Melting under blue skies
Belting out sunlight
Shimmering love

Well baby I surrender
To the strawberry ice cream
Never ever end of all this love
Well I didn’t mean to do it
But there’s no escaping your love

These lines of lightning
Mean we’re never alone,
Never alone, no, no

Come on, Come on
Move a little closer
Come on, Come on
I want to hear you whisper
Come on, Come on
Settle down inside my love

Come on, come on
Jump a little higher
Come on, come on
If you feel a little lighter
Come on, come on
We were once
Upon a time in love

We’re accidentally in love
Accidentally in love (x7)

Accidentally

I’m In Love, I’m in Love,
I’m in Love, I’m in Love,
I’m in Love, I’m in Love,
Accidentally (X 2)

Come on, come on
Spin a little tighter
Come on, come on
And the world’s a little brighter
Come on, come on
Just get yourself inside her

Love …I’m in love

(P.S and Thanx Juggy Ji hehehe, for the comment! no way, you didn’t mess up my blog at all , but it rather made my day reading it the first thing in the morning ..All the best for your Masters ( hope that’s correct)..And wow! phd even the thought is sooo kool..and it always feels great to know of another lone-rider .. hmm..haven’t been to Lumbini myself so maybe should go there too, and do it your Way! ) And hey Mr Bishal that came as a total surprise! Thanks appreciate your view.

I think she rox!

Heys Mr. Gols, thankx for the visit. n I did some Gloria Steinem research and wow! she’s so kool, just what I needed to find! N your article in UWB really rocked. Dherai pachi malai UWB ma kehi padna jagar chalya thiyo.

Here are some Gloria Steinem stuffs that appealed to me:

Romance is like a bad sitcom. It lulls you to sleep so you forget how depressing the evening news was and makes you forget you’re dating evil male oppressors. Love truly is blind! source

She is open and unconventional in her attitude towards love relationships, romance and sex. She enjoys socializing, bringing people together and having many friends of both sexes. Gloria Steinem values friendship very highly and in fact, she is more comfortable being a friend than a lover. Gloria desires an intellectual rapport or spiritual bond with her love partner, but deep intimacy and emotional bonding do not come easily to her. The traditional “husband” and “wife” roles do not appeal to Steinem, and she abhors jealousy and possessiveness since she feels that no person truly “belongs” to another. Gloria Steinem appreciates relationships in which her love partner allows her plenty of freedom and is not very emotionally demanding.

It is hard for Gloria Steinem to express her feelings and emotions to other people. She may feel especially inhibited in matters of love relationships and could feel dissatisfied and unfulfilled. Gloria Steinem tends to feel lonely, even when she is in the company of others.

Source

City of lights: an evening out in New Road

The litghted street in front of Pashupati plaza

Kathmandu Mall

( Saw em but didn’t take these pics! )

नारीलाई कसको डर ?

Written by निर्मला भण्डारी, published in Kantipur October 23, 2006 edition..

के मलाई भूतसँग डर लागेकोहो ? बाघ-भालु चोर-डाँकासँग डर लागेको हो ? होइन मेरो मनले जवाफ दियो । यी कुनै पनि कारण ‘प्रमुख’ होइनन् । तर मेरो -सिङ्गो नारी वर्गको) डरको प्रमुख कारण एउटै थियो, त्यो हो पुरुष ! सिर्फ पुरुष !!

म यो वर्षको दसंै मेरो जन्मभूमि ताप्लेजुङमा मनाउने सुरमा थिएँ । मनमा बाल्यकालका स्मृतिहरूमा बिलाउँदै, आमा-बुबा, साथी-भाइ, गाउँघरका हरिया डाँडा, पाखा र पखेरा सम्झदै टिकट काउन्टरतिर निस्किएँ । दिवा सेवाको टिकट लिने सुरमा थिएँ । टिकट सिद्धिएको जवाफ दिए । रातिको टिकट किन्ने कि नकिन्ने ? दोधारमा परेँ । अन्त्यमा गाउँतिर र्फकने दह्रो साथी नभेटी रातिको टिकट नकिन्ने निधो गरी फर्किएँ । घर पुग्दा साथी प्रकाश मलाई नै पर्खेर बसेका रहेछन् । मैले उनलाई सोधेँ ‘प्रकाश’ दसंैमा गाउँतिर फिर्ने कोही मानिस तिमीले बुझेका छैनौ ? हेरन दिवा सेवाको टिकट सिद्धिसकेछ ।

मेरा शब्द भुइँमा खस्न नपाउँदै प्रकाशले ब्यंग्यपूर्ण मुस्कान छाड्दै जवाफ दिए, विश्वका महिला अन्तरिक्षमा पुगिसके, एक्लै विश्व भ्रमण गरिसके, सगरमाथाको चुचुरो चुमिसके, तर तिमी भने लाजै पचाएर जाबो राति यात्रा गर्न समेत दह्रो साथी खोजिरहेकी छौ । फूर्ति लडाउने बेलामा पुरुषभन्दा के कम छौं भन्न पछि नपर्ने, हिम्मत भने एक रात एक्लै यात्रा गर्न समेत नसक्ने ?

उनका कुराले केही लज्जित अनि गम्भीर भएँ । हुन पनि हो म सधैँजसो प्रकाशको अल्छी अनि कलेज नै नगई केटी जिस्क्याएर दिन कटाउने लफंुगो बानीप्रति ब्यंग्य गर्दथे । उसको उद्देश्यविहीन जीवनयापन पद्धतिप्रति चुनौती दिन्थे । ‘प्रकाश’ तिमीमा भन्दा ममा धेरै समस्यासँग जुध्नसक्ने हिम्मत, साहस, क्षमता र निश्चित लक्ष्य छ । सायद त्यसैको बदलामा हुनुपर्छ उसले मलाई पुनः चुनौती दियो । ईश्वरले नारी र पुरुषको सृष्टि अलग-अलग कामका लागि गरेका हुन् । नारी र पुरुष कहिल्यै समान हुन सम्भव छैन । नारी सदा कमजोर हुन्छे, तर पुरुष जहिले पनि नारीभन्दा एक कदम अगाडि नै रहन्छ । पुरुषको हिम्मत, आँट र साहससँग नारीलाई तुलना गर्नै मिल्दैन । यदि तिमी मलाई -पुरुष) लाई चुनौती दिन्छौ भने एक रात ! सिर्फ एक रात, रत्नपार्कको पेटीमा बिताएर देखाई देउ, के तिमीसँग त्यो हिम्मत छ ? तिमी-महिलाहरू) कायर छौ । त्यसैले त राति यात्रा गर्न समेत डराइरहेकी छौ होइन ? प्रकाशको खुला चुनौतीले मलाई असाध्यै तड लाग्यो तर पनि तुरुन्त केही जवाफ फर्काउन

सकिन ।

प्रकाशको ब्यंग्यले रातभर निद्रा लागेन । मैले यो तीतो वास्तविकताप्रति गहिरिएर सोचेँ । विश्वव्यापी रूपमा महिला समानता र समताका चर्का बहस चलिरहेछन् । महिलाले हरेक पक्ष र क्षेत्रमा पुरुषलाई चुनौती दिँदै अगाडि बढिरहेछन् । पुरुषले गरेका अनि गर्नै नसकेका कार्यसमेत महिलाले गरेर देखाएका छन् । म पनि महिला समानताकै पक्षधर । केही गर्ने साहस र हिम्मत नभएकी पनि होइन । तर.. किन ? म प्रकाशको चुनौती स्वीकार गर्न किन हिच्किचाइरहेकी छु ? एक रात ! सिर्फ एक रात, रत्नपार्कको पेटीमा बिताउन अनि एक्लै राति यात्रा गर्न म किन सकिरहेकी छैन ? आफैंलाई प्रश्न गरेँ ।

ZPT writing….

Pyar bekar ki musibat hai…….
..Pyar se hum doooooooooor hi achhe…
..Pyar ke ghat jo utartehe doobte hai na woh ubartahe
Jane Kyon log pyar kartehen,
Jane Kyon woh kise pe marte hain
Jane Kyon, Jane Kyon, jane kyon………..

I should have put the “Fulonka taron ka” song there tara ke garnu, paristitijanya gana rakhnu paryo ni! Happy Bhaitika everyone! Finally the skies have cleared, the sun back in its place, the mountains in full exposure the Great weather is back to get everyone in Bhaitika mood. And the problem as usual is with the weather forecasts, which says there will be partial rainfall during the day! Pani paryo bhane ma nak katidinchu! hahaha I am feeling absolutely great despite a sleepless night caused by a psychopath!

And yesterday was a great evening out. The hustle and bustle of Ason, the lighted streets of Newroad, people people everywhere and the joy of having conquered the Crowd Phobia. To begin with my tihar is synonymous with the word “Lost”. I have a wonderful story to tell of a little gullible, scared girl who got lost, blurted out everything to an unknown man, some Deepak, an army man, then developed the Deepak phobia and then turned into Bhadrakali phobic never being able to step into the premises ever since. The nutshell is always better, I made the fatal error of telling the entire story to my school dudes and I and “Deepak” have been synonymous ever since. Not a single get together goes by without the mention of this character I met only once. The “cheek pulling”, hugging and “You silly girl” follow after that. They still think I am the same 12yr old till date! And am beginning to realize that its true!! Some things never change And in my case history always repeats itself! Seems like I always get lost in a tihar only to be discovered by emotions I am just not ready to Experience .

Driven By Love

( Well, I read this article in the Ktm post Oct 14 edition, originally published in the Los Angeles Times as it says. But while searching through the archive section of KPost, the page just wouldn’t show this article. Then I searched the LA times too, and again no gain. So I had to be driven by my own passion for the love of this article and type it So hope to receive Tang’s blessings of Love for this act hehehe. Anyways this is a wonderful article. Simply put, just the kind of writings that makes me go Wow! No hi-fi vocabulary, no attempt to show what you’ve learnt in English classes or thick novels …its just like a friend telling you his love story. Just Wonderful. Take a read)

DRIVEN BY LOVE By DONALD TANG ( Los Angleles Times)

I came to America from my native China more than 24 years ago. I had $20 in my pocket and spoke little English. I came to stay. I came for love. I was 17.

I was 14 when I first met my future wife, Jean, at a math competition. It was love at first sight. It wasn’t easy winning her heart. But she was all I could think about, all the time. I figured that if I could spend more time with her, something would happen. She was in the grade ahead of me, so I needed a plan.

Happy Tihar!

The difference between people who blog and ones that don’t is one act: bloggers chose to write, non-bloggers don’t. The mastery over the act is secondary to making the option to write. But the string attached is passion. Yet there are times when laziness takes over passion and you just spend your time staring at the ceiling, tormenting yourself with useless thoughts like: What next? Where am I heading? Masters? Career? well aware that mere thoughts will get you nowhere. You are just inflicted with the will Do it in the Last Moment disease when your computer is overloaded with pdfs you ought to read, a term paper to complete, some articles you ought to write not because you’ll be paid for it but more because your head needs to create space for something other than MDGs and Donor aid and debt controversies. So much on the “Must do ” list yet you repeatedly opt for “Ought not to think of ” tormenting act. But am daring to take up the challenge for now, thereby writing the ovious. And just realized its Tihar! Time for some DHAMAKA!

Dhamaka, it reminds me that often my writings have more elements of dhamaka, than my life. Not lying on your face saying I write well or anything near that. That would be a capital offense.Don’t get me wrong. But just saying that writing about life feels more “dhamakedar” than actually living it!! For me, writing beautifies everything. Writing is an act of reliving the moments of happiness. Memories widen your grin, make you laugh louder and the joy experienced is a much more Magnified version of the actual experience. So let me do that by giving my version of Tihar, like it or not am taking the Bull by the horns and Writing! Haha, and thanks to a friend of mine who once told me, write, write irrespective of everything else. The act is more important than the aftermath.”

Watching the Maoists kill, the emotions, the summit talks and an extremely HOPEFUL me

It was a hot evening, the school ground was crowded with villagers and all eyes were glued to the television set. I sat on a bench right in front of the tv set while my sister was going crazy having to seat on benches of unequal height. The air smelled of sweat, which reminded of these lines:

“So they danced in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some danced to remember, some danced to forget”

It was an odd timing for a song like that but I guess it had a connection to what was going on that night. Perhaps we had all gathered to do a bit of remembering and forgetting of our share of woes in a country ravaged with war. The show began, the Maoist Commander did ask “Priya Janasamudaya, tapain haru ke herna chanu huncha, yo(the tv serial that was going on ) ki yuddha( war) ko cd?” Tell me what goes in the mind of most teenagers when asked do you want to see porn or keep playing this video game? I found the question exactly like that. A question whose answer is already known to the inquirer itself .Why would anyone want to see the tv show given the option to watch a full fledged war?