A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Hamri Bahini aims to ban the use of plastic bags by 2015

"Hamri Bahini-The Green Angels" is a Green Social Enterprise run by Himalayan Climate Initiative. It  creates, provides, and influences others to provide respectable jobs to disadvantaged young women while addressing urban environmental problems. But now hamri Bahini has been aiming to ban the use of plastic bags in Nepal by creating alternatives for plastic bags i.e Cotton bags.

hamri bahini cotton bags

                It may seem like a small campaign but, now it have become massive. Many volunteers and celebrities have supported this campaign. 
hamri bahini, gen nep, news
The facebook post of Prashant Singh, the founder of HCI 



                  Here are some of the pictures of Nepalese Celebrities supporting this Campaign

abhaya subba

Abhaya Subba joins the campaign says,"No thanks I carry my own bag". 

namrata shrestha signs the pledge

                         Namrata Shrestha signs the petition for not using Plastic bags. 

malvika subba makes tapari to reduce the use of plastic bags

Malvika Subba ( Miss Nepal) makes Tapari (a traditional nepali bowl made made by tree leaves, as an alternative of bags) 

 Minister of soil and forest mahesh acharya signs the pledge


Minister of Forests and Soil Conservation- Mahesh Acharya- supports the campaign to ban Plastic Bags in Nepal. Commits to support it in the cabinet and parliament.
Shreya sotang signs to stop the use of plastic bags

Shreya Sotang signs the poster to stop the use of plastic bags.  

karma signs the pledge

                Karma says No to use of Plastic bags. 
And I had also got a wonderful chance to intern in this initiative. Here are some of my pictures. 

anish niroula while at hamri bahini

Oops Smile :P



I personally wish for the success of this campaign and I would help too may not be physically but I will help. 

                                              Cheers!

A glimpse of hope, a shadow of darkness


Does it ever happens to you that when you are going through the toughest or maybe the worst phase of your life out of the blue life showers you with opportunities and happiness. You see a glimpse of hope. Then everything around you turns good, you feel good. You think Life is not so miserable. We start to grab those chances and slowly but steadily we progress. But, we do not know what is planned for us. And when we are just a stone’s throw away from reaching the peak, we feel something moving, something not good. The avalanche destroys all of our hopes, all of our expectations, all of our efforts and progress we made in that time. And we come back to the initial point where life betrayed us and showed the glimpse of hope to us. All of that hard work was useless we may think but my friend the problem is we expect more. The Expectations increase exponentially but reality is a constant. Reality has its own pace. We will discuss about Expectations Versus Reality in our next post.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

A small town, My town

Kids in school uniforms running down the slippery stairs of dilapidated buildings. The stench of urine emanating from the open drains that line both sides of the road. Across the road, the pani puri wala filling the puri.

The pretty seventeen year old walking through the crowded market, her beauty not going unnoticed by the young boys at the Tea shop.

A boy pasting film posters on a public wall, "Nasheeli Jawani", written in bold yellow letters across the front, efficiently concealing a woman's breasts, but giving enough of a peek to make the men buy tickets.

The cycle-rickshaw overloaded with ten schoolkids.

The sound of bells and aarti diverging from the Shiv temple, competing with the sound of the Aadhan being sung by the meuzzin of the mosque right next to it.

My town, rather, my father's town: Biratnagar.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

To whom It may concern:

You may not know me, but I do know you. When I look into your eyes, everything feels not quite normal. Because I feel stronger and weaker at the same time, I feel excited and the same time terrified. The truth is I don’t know what I feel but that feeling makes me love you even more. I stare you in the class everyday but you didn’t seem to notice. Maybe because you sit in the last bench. I daily follow you to the bus stop, but you didn’t seem to obstruct me. I assumed you liked my attention. But again you don’t speak a single word in front of me. If you are reading this, you know who I am. I am that guy from BS-62.

Poverty in disguise

Have you seen a tramp on the street?
A man who struggles in the heat?
Unable to make two ends meet,
A man who has nothing left to eat?

Homeless fellow, for food he strives,
Yes, this is poverty in disguise.

Have you seen a child living in the slum?
Wondered at the reason he is so glum?
Poor child, is he really dumb,
Or just forced to keep mum?

The inexplicable part of his young life!
Yes, this is poverty in disguise.

Have you been witness to a girl being sold?
'You shall forever be happy,' she is told.
A crook marries her for pleasure and for gold!
And her life rots, just as history foretold!
With trust in false promises, she approaches her demise,
Yes, even this is poverty in disguise.

Sunlight abounds the land every new day,
Shimmers on the rivers from Kutch to Bengal's bay!
Though, sometimes I wonder if it's apt to say,
That the 'cradle of civilization' is still safe to stay!

The rich, void of character, are poor in their own right!
Yes my friends, even this is poverty in disguise!

Saturday, August 9, 2014

What is so special about Saturday?

Saturday. Here in Nepal we have Public holiday in Saturday. Saturday when we ever listen this word we get happy and terrified at the same time. So what is so special about this day. Today in this post we are going to discuss why Saturday is so important to us.

                                      
                                                   Friday night forget all the problems
                                                   Sunday night remember all the problems 
                                                   Monday morning face all the problems

We procrastinate everyday but not Saturday at least I don't. No I do Just kidding. But at least I do something on Saturday instead of doing nothing. Here's a list what I did today:




  1. Got a haircut
  2. Took a bath
  3. Made breakfast
  4. Visited my relatives
Other day I would procrastinate saying I would write my  blog post next day. But there is something special about Saturday that made me to do these things. I don't know what is there in Saturday but I wish this day comes daily not for the holiday, well little for the holiday but if this day comes daily I would not be lazy and my life would be beyond my computer and internet. So what do you guys think? Is there something unique about Saturday that make us to do something more realistic like having a face to face to face chat with a friend, going out, partying? If you guys are reading this, and I know you are 'cause I am awesome *Smiley face* what do you think about Saturday? 

Thursday, August 7, 2014

This is for you bro, A goodbye to Saujan Lamichhane


I met him (Saujan) in my class. He was tall (I mean taller than me), he wore glasses, and he had only small circle of friends. I guessed he was a nerd and my assumption was correct. He used to sit in the first bench while I would be in the last or second last bench. Our usual talk would be something like this:
 
During hiking to nagarkot
Saujan, me and Shauhardha during hiking





                                            He: Hey buddy, what’s up? 

                                            Me: Cool bro, What about you?
                                            He: I am good. 

                                         *End of chat with an awkward smile*

Meanwhile my last bench friends were the coolest guys. One would give a damn in the class and he finally graduated top of the class. Other would not talk much, kind of shy in class but he was cool from inside. He was an average Student I meant he was genius but I don’t know in his exams. He didn’t perform as we expected. And other two guys were how I put this softly? Huh useless. I mean not useless in that way but both of them didn’t graduate high school with us. They use to talk in class, make fun of other people and so on. Finally, me. I was like mixed up with those. So, I had mixed behaviors. Sometimes I would not give a damn, sometimes I was silent, and sometimes I was always talking.


We used to have break in the afternoon. Someone would go to the canteen, someone to the ground and the remaining would sit in the class. I used to play Football and Basketball. So, I had pretty good connection with my seniors and my other class mates. This year moved so fast. And at the end of the first year I was pretty more talking with him. I mean he was good at Math’s. I was good at physics too, but only physics. After the first year I moved on to the first bench with him. I mean I needed good grades to graduate. Out of the blue we were good friends. We used to hang out together with Shauhardha. (Shauhardha was our bench mate). He was cool. Shau and I started talking about girls meanwhile he would not talk who he liked in the class. I mean there was one hot girl in the class and everybody had eye on her. Shau and I used to talk about you know guys thing. Slowly we taught him everything. He was now cool to fit in our group. Time passed on. We three used to hang out together whether it was playing Table tennis or playing Futsal (Playing football in basketball ground for us was Futsal) or studying together. We were best bro’s. We were like the three musketeers. 

friends
Friends



The final year of high school was approaching nearer. We all had to graduate at any cost. Saujan was the genius of all. So, we thought we would try group study. The venue’s was at Shau’s place. We gathered at the afternoon and studied the whole day. I mean we didn’t whole day. It was like half studying and the other half was music, foods, talking and playing FIFA. However we managed to study a bit and graduated high school. Saujan was genius but didn’t graduate the top of the class. Abhishek, the guy with whom I used to sit in the last bench graduated top of the class.



After that we used to hang out together. All three of us and sometimes with other guys too. We joined an Organization Himalayan Climate Initiative as interns and interned there for two months. Saujan was planning to study his Bachelor’s in The United States Of America. I planned to go to Australia but after sometime I changed my decision. I thought I was good in Nepal. Meanwhile, Shau was planning to join the Army. By that time we all had decided our paths. We all would be separated. Saujan would be in USA, Shau would be in Army and I would be joining college here in Nepal. We all had taken a gap year. We graduated in 2013 but thought of joining college in 14.

2013 passed in a blink of eye. And one random day when I went to Saujan’s home, we talked about family. And I knew he was a distant relative of mine. He was my big brother by family relation. This family relation made our friendship and I do not wan’t to use the word stronger. We all were single and said if anyone ever had a girlfriend, no matter what, “Bro’s before hoes”.

Tomorrow Saujan will be departing for the so called American Dream. Unfortunately Shau and I could not bid a last good bye to him at the airport because we have our entrance test tomorrow. But we will manage to go in his house and give a last hug.
Saujan LAmichhane and Anish Niroula
Left: Saujan Lamichhane Right: Anish Niroula (Me)

May his dreams come true and get every success in his life what he was dream t for. He said he would come back in summer after two years but these two years would be very long. It would never be like the final two years of our high school.


And once more Best of Luck for your Stay in the United States of America. BE back after a couple of years and we will be waiting there for you.  If I write more I would literally not cry but you know be full of emotions in my eyes. So Good Luck bro. Remember the ASS (Anish, Shauhardha and Saujan) group.

Sunday, August 3, 2014

The Random Stalker


20/05/2014

I had recently joined engineering preparation classes after finishing my A levels. Most of the people said, “Engineering is very difficult”, so I thought why not give a shot to this. Most of the students opt PEA for engineering preparations so I went with the flow. I had joined the new group and everyone was new to everyone. I am not good at making friends since childhood. But that day I made some friends.  So, it was a regular day for me. The classes started from 6 in the morning till 11. I had to ruin my sleep for this.
The classes were normal, those boring lectures of physics, chemistry, math’s, English and aptitude. The class was filled with the bunch of nerds in the first and second bench. The semi-nerds were sited in fourth and fifth bench. The average students were in the sixth and seventh. While the swaggers were in the last bench playing candy crush and talking about recent UEFA Champions league. I was late for class that day So, I made myself comfortable in the last bench. During the lecture one of my bench mates got stuck in particular level of candy crush. He asked for my help and suddenly we were friends. I never thought making friends was so easy. Now I was a swagger. For the next couple of days I was always in the last. The next morning I woke up pretty fast. So I thought why do I always sit in last bench? Am I that lame not to study? I made up my mind but my heart was saying, “Do you want to be like those nerds?” and I thought, ”Yeah I want to be a nerd, a fun loving nerd”. That day I went early to the class early. As usual nerds occupied the first bench. The second bench of the first row was empty so, I went there and thought, “This feels pretty good”. The first benchers were discussing Nuclear physics that was taught yesterday. I joined them. They could not solve a numerical. As I had studied Nuclear physics in a level I felt that pretty easy to solve. I solved it and they were amazed. They must have thought,”How come a last bencher could solve this numerical?” And now I was a nerd. But I said to myself “I am a fun loving nerd”.

After some talk with them I came to know that one of them was a college topper and another got 90 percent in Grade 11. I was an average student. I graduated my A levels with an overall  C grade.  The flow of students in the class was increasing. Some boys joined me in the second bench. All of a sudden a beautiful girl entered in our class.  Her eyes were beautiful, like the color of the ocean after a massive storm. I had never seen her before in this class. I assumed she was new. For those milliseconds I could not takes my eyes of her. Then she got seated in the second bench of the third row. I was like,”Damn it! She should have thought I am a nerd. Why didn’t I seat in the last bench and play it cool?” The teacher entered the class. He was supposed to teach Electricity and Magnetism. But who cared. I just wanted to know about this new girl. I started to look her between the heads of the students. Our eyes met twice in that class. I thought, “This is enough for now”. She must also have got some idea. Again in next class, I wanted to stare but those heads, blocked me. They blocked me for the entire class. The class was over. I left the class and went into the ground floor where I was waiting for my friends who was in other group. I scanned for the new girl, but I could not find her among the crowd. After couple of minutes someone called my name. It was Manan. So, I lost the hope of finding her here. We boarded the bus and went our respective home.
The next day I was early as I had to sit in the second bench. After couple of minutes Ms Beautiful Eyes entered and Mr. Stare got his job. This time I thought I would play cool. So I took my pen and started to rotate it in my fingers. I had learned this trick in school. After couple of stares she also started looking at me, but whenever she saw me I flipped my head. I thought, “I am a boy. Why am I shy?” Redox reactions were being taught in the class but I had only one reaction going on in my heart, the reaction of love. That day I called Manan and Said I will meet him at the bus stop. Then, I followed Ms Beautiful eyes. To my surprise she also went in the same bus stop. I went there and stood, keeping a distance. Manan called me from across the road. I called him over. He Saïd, ‘Why didn’t you meet me there ?’ I was going to say because of her, but she was gone. ‘My stalking was not enough’,I murmured. We boarded the bus to chabahil and left the place. I don’t know that I can ever get near to this girl or even know her name.But I know one thing that she has really beautiful eyes,I mean really really beautiful and I would not deactivate my stalker mode,not for now.

The end where I have to begin



Somebody said me it takes time for everything. Nothing happens in one night. Flowers bloom in spring, Fruits gets ripen in their respective seasons. Time changes and so do the environment around us. I am not that chubby guy in my childhood anymore. But sometimes when I look back I think why have I grown up? That innocent smile of mine which would make up for every of my mistake, hanging out with friends who cared more about me than them, that school where everyone knew me and loved me.  I thought that this is Life and it is awesome.  But suddenly everything just vanished, vanished in darkness. But I keep myself saying this is the End where I have to begin.

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