Time : Person of The Year ( POY)I haven’t gone through the magazine, but seen it being discussed in blogs. Congratulations being exchanged in one, a blogger observing the cover of Time on the roads in the other..so I was wondering what is this fuss all about? when I came across this article below which is published in The Kathmandu Post today. Originally published in The Washington Post as it says. Gives a different perspective and I enjoyed reading it..maybe you will too
Archive for December, 2006
A grand closing to the year 2006. Written by a close friend of mine! None other than Hysh, Its beautiful
Life is too hard to explain in words…..its too complex. Paintings can merely grasp its outcome, but never its essence. Poetry can only weave life’s trials and happiness into rhyme, but never fully explain its existence. Words…words can do nothing in the aweness of life….
Its december again….frost gathers on everything at the mercy of the night. A year has come and gone. Has anything changed I wonder. What have I become? what has life made of me? each second I have learnt something new….about life, about the people around me, about people unconnected to me in any way, about things that cause me to ponder. I know I am losing time, because time is slipping between my fingers, like sea sand, or the sand in a time tuner. slipping…..slipping away….
I am losing something precious every second, and yet each second I am moving closer to something beautiful….i fear I lose both, I fear I gain nothing. I fear I shall stop fearing. I look around me and I am having the best time of my life yet, Masha Allah its been so good, so easy and yet soo soooo hard. Do u know how hard it is? The pain and the laughter merge to form the fabric of my life. The intensity of hurt, the need to do something. Something …i dont know what. The ache since childhood, is still undefined and still unrealized. I have still not found what out what it is, what it draws me to.
I have loved this year, given my heart away, sealed it in the security of someone elses. And I have new found relationships that I know I must honor, treasure and protect.
I have new found ambitions that have taken the place of the ambitions I lost this year, the dreams I gave up. And I gave up many. It turns out that you cant really have everything, that for the 100 things you want, to achieve 50 u need to give 50 up….its the ironic compromise of life, remember I said that.
This year took me by suprise, took many who knew me by suprise, and yet I felt as if everything was happening just the way it was meant to, despite it being good or bad. I’ve lost and I’ve won, and I merely played along, and I was spectator, and the patient one, the angry one, the stubborn one, the mean one and I cried, and I died a little, lived somemore, loved a hell of a lot, I waited and I made others wait, I gave up and I held on, I reached out and I reached in, I swore this year-used the “F” word for the first time, and I laughed, and joked and sang, and fought, and smiled and I was happiest and saddest this year and I was me all along….
Yes, Everything has changed, but Gods given us the uncanny ability to adapt to change without compromising the core of our being. I have changed in ways I cant believe, and I have reached something, and become someone, I have come a distance, I have crossed the crossroads and ventured beyond. And I have become someone older, wiser. Life has merely done what its being ordained to do by the Controller, and its molded me into what I am, and what I am to become…..and I’ll defend it with all my might.
“I love the time and inbetween, the calm inside me. In a space where I can breath, I believe, there is a distance I have wondered, to touch upon the years….” - Haley (OST One Tre Hill)
Personal stuff don’t read as you won’t get anything oviously..blog is undoubtedly a blogger’s jikri dost so talking to it early in the morning its 1: 20 am….
I’m having a party a party for two…
……It doesn’t matter what you wear.
Coz its only gonna be me and you there…
Hits Fm Shania Twain ra Mac ho ki Tim Mc Grawth gaundai chan. Globalization kai effect hola, ma afnai bhasa ma type garna sakdina. Prayash nagareko pani hoina, office ma ekpatak ta euta row purai type garna sakthen…Yespali ko bida ko Nepali type sikne homework nai bhayo. Tara bhagyabas ho ki durbhagyabas bida pani booked cha, kahile ta time milla ni. Je bhaye ni aja Nepali Mood ma chu…blog bhako majja yehi ta ho…
Tara yo padhne prayash nagerekai bes hola. Nepali ma gathan tara still English ma. So I strongly recommend you to Blog hop ..Sorry
Read this GorakhDham Express by Say ( simply awesome..go on a train ride with her)
Damn hungry..haha be glad that you aren’t online. I will pour all my anger on you!! lol Am in the computer lab at the moment, on my right sits Bik bro, on the right Su and Ash..We’re all Damn hungry would be the biggest understatement of the century. well, we’re all working for our Agriculture presentation tomorrow… I did my part, this last moment hurry absolutely sucks..sometime ago he was sayin ” Ma atma bhayera janminu parne”…Wht I think of it is: Lallu ko bhok hadtal garne bela bhayecha!! ” Lunch and on time, I lack any record of such an event. My definition of a normal day is “Lunch at 12″. Based on that every day is an Abnormal Day. Ghar pugda samma ta sadhai Lunch = breakfast, lunch, tea cum dinner huncha! hahaha Barbab Hungry existence yar. Still good that I have dudes leading a similar existence.. He’s saying “Bhok pani marisakyo yar, time ma khaye po!” I replied : “Yestai ho Bikashe karyakarta ko jindagi!!”
Other than that just stretched my body..again a voice telling me ” compile matra garne ho, two hours job”..Only 2 hours!! Man, I hate Liars…Then there’s a discussion on “Privatization of Water supply in Kathmandu” going on in Martin Chautari today, yah tyan gaye afailai faida huncha so kina najane..Life…its unnecessarily hectic?? not hectic but psycho, kehi bhujnai saki rako chaina..total Confusion!! I am sick of this confusion too, sadhai confused…waihat existence!!( uff this must be the hungry tummy ko effect) God why the hell do I blog! Someone tell me this is a Capital Offence! I m goin absolutely Nuts here!…
Let me remind myself with what I should not be mentioning in this entry:
No mention of a drink called C..O..F..E
No way about the same damn route home esp NOT Baneshwor
The Sole Reason:
Highly likely of being punched in College Tomorrow
(Can already hear the likes of Dhungz, Hysh and Jaz yelling Bhayooooo Pugyooo ta ra Tero Coffee Guff le wakka , dikka banaisakyo!!!) I am soooo Obedient, How can I not abide by THEIR rules!!
Gals, worry Not. This Entry is Strictly Only Conversations No Coffee.
What can be hotter than a cup of Coffee on a cold, rainy winter supposedly DAY according to the time but looks more like evening already outside my bedroom window. Wait…girls don’t close this page!!! Ha ha ha I ‘m writing about the visit to ADB.
Nothing really.. just wanted to write. Please don’t go any further despite the keep reading thing i can’t do anything about…its mindless writing…
Guys I seriously hope, you don’t mind puttin these links hai Please Don’t mind hai, though we don’t know one another…
N a sorry beforehand, if you mind hai. But hope you aren’t mad at me
Tags: cell phone culture, Nepalese youth
Was published in the Kantipur on Sep 5, 2006 ( bhadra 20,2063) based on conversation with my friends in college. Written by a Kantipur jouno, someone who blogs too. LOL It Made my friends “Nepal Famous” surely so want them to be World Famous now.. Had relatives calling them up saying “Saw u in kantipur” but brought along some scoldings too for being toooooo expressive about our cell phone habits too…have highlighted the dialogues..