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People don’t attract me. I don’t attract people. The relation is reciprocal. But the few that are (well, not attracted but I happen to know despite my unsocial trait) are all compatible on a mental level 
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It’s the prelude. To what? Don’t know that myself. I just want to thank the existence for making my road cross with the best of people. Kya manche betiyo yar! You bet. I am in Self-Congratulatory Mood!
Nothing really. Its just a great day, the sun’s shining ah but again everyone’s after the King’s “Baktabya”. But well, let me not talk of things I have no expertise on..So Happy Prajatantra Diwas Everyone! And For bloggers, I wish this Freedom of Expression Last for ever and ever!! And my day began with this day..So enjoy!!
“Wide Open Spaces”
-Dixie Chicks lyrics
Who doesn’t know what I’m talking about
Who’s never left home, who’s never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone
Many precede and many will follow
A young girl’s dream no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out west
But what it holds for her, she hasn’t yet guessed[Chorus:]
She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakesShe traveled this road as a child
Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired
But now she won’t be coming back with the rest
If these are life’s lessons, she’ll take this test
[Repeat Chorus]She knows the high stakes
As her folks drive away, her dad yells, “Check the oil!”
Mom stares out the window and says, “I’m leaving my girl”
She said, “It didn’t seem like that long ago”
When she stood there and let her own folks know
[Repeat Chorus]
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
She knows the highest stakes
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“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.”
- Robert Fulghum
“The world doesn’t run according to you. This is the fact. Life sucks and you need to know it.” She sits on the blue chair lecturing me. “Tere bin besuwadi besuwadi ratiyaan sajana…..” the stereo is singing to itself. It’s not soothing my senses this evening. The more she speaks the more confused I get.
The morning was no different from it. She was scribbling in the big fat diary of hers and scolding cum “trying to make me see the light” as she put it. The topic of discussion was different this time. A well planned “ how to save the world” guff nevertheless.
Tell me, she said.
“Graduates….experts”…..I spoke my mind while she took it down on her notebook.
नेपालीमा लेखने जागँर चलेको छ । किन ? कसरी ? थाहा छैन ।
शायद थाहा छ, तर म भन्न चाहन्न । हा हा हा किनभने भन्ने कुरा पनि केही छैन । त्यसैले आजको योजना हो: दिल खोलेर मातृभाषामा गन्थन गर्ने । मनमा जे आउँछ्, कागजमा उतार्ने ।
गाउँको बास छ र बिजुलीको कुनै भरोसा छैन । त्यसैले एउटै काम दुई पटक गर्नु रहर नभएर वाध्यता हो । कहाँ बाट सुरु गरौँ त हाम्रो प्रेम कहाँनी ?
उ त्यहाँबाट सुरु गरौँ जस्तो लाग्यो, त्यो फोटोबाट । फोटोमा हामी दुई हावामा उफ्री रहेकाछौं । मुनिको खाट नदेखिए पनि मलाई याद छ । उ थोते छे, म लाटी देखिन्छु । अहिले सम्म पनि आफ्ना सबै फोटाहरु त्यसतै नै लाग्छन । भित्तामा एउटा पोस्टर छ, एक “रक स्टार” बिद्युतिय गीतार बजाइरहेका छन । त्यो मामाको करामत थियो ।
The guy smiled. I was back.
The smile must have nearly killed me. But dying wasn’t an option.
I was a customer after all not a lover.
Five minutes and ….turned off. Not me, the computer. I was in a cyber café. There was nothing he could charge me.Time: 5 00 pm, Feb 14, 2007
The sun was out by the time I stepped outside on the streets. Incessant rain, snow and the sun peeping through the clouds. Could Kathmandu get any more romantic on a Valentine’s day? The day was good…hmm only Good? Nah.it was GREAT.
A friend emailed this article to me about 16 hours ago,my Gmail account informs. I am calculating if that was before I Got on the person’s Nerves Or After. Nevertheless Sorry dearest friend. My Fault Again! To err is human I know but to err again and again I don’t know what that makes me, must be a devil! LOL
, Take a Read guys.
Love’s Labor’s Lost
What Young Women Are Saying About Their Aversion to Emotional Ties
By Laura Sessions Stepp
Washington Post Staff Writer
Wednesday, February 14, 2007; C01
Today on Valentine’s Day, high school hallways and college courtyards will be scattered with flowers. Young women at work will peek at the personal ads online, and dish about who got what.
They may confess to having a crush on their chemistry partner, or confide to a friend that the guy in the cubicle next to them is “really hot.” What they probably won’t say is “I love him” or anything close to it. Because while they may enjoy the trappings of love, many young women believe that being in love, at least right now, is impractical, foolish, a sign of weakness or even unattainable.
Evie Lalangas, a communications specialist at the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, is talking about this over lattes on a Sunday afternoon with several friends in their early 20s.
She rests her chin on the knuckles of her right hand and looks at the road outside. There’s absolutely nothing to see. And the act isn’t called seeing but rather staring at nothing. She’s not looking at them, she’s looking past them. Somewhere beyond all the materialistic crap. A detached, dejected look.
There’s a certain picture of herself in her mind. She thinks that’s exactly the way she is looking at the moment. Head facing the window clearly indicating her mood. Wants to see no “Person” anymore. Maybe its hunger, maybe anger. Or maybe she’s just going nuts by the ongoing conversation between two guys standing nearby whose topic changes with the change of her actions.
Love Is All Around
by Wet Wet Wet
I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
Love is all around me
And so the feeling grows
It’s written on the wind
It’s everywhere I go oh yes it is
“फेरी प्रणय दिवस आयो है? यस पाली पनि कोही ……फेला परेन यार” उसले ढोका उघार्दै भनिन । पढिरहेको किताब छउमा रखेर म जोर सँग हाँस्दै भनेँ
“हामी जस्ता शाकाहारीलाई …..को के काम?”।
अब हाँस्ने पालो हामी दुबै को थियो । दिदी बहिनीका कुरा ।
प्रसङ Valentine’s Day को ।
