My Sensibility as a University Teacher
By destiny or design, I started as a ‘nursery teacher’ in 1994 following a fairly detached effort to be trained in ‘electronics’ (radio and television). Now as a Professor in…
Conversation with a Machine Friend
HRK: How authentic and ethical is it if I use the texts you generate from my prompts? Claude AI: That’s a thoughtful and important question. Here’s my perspective on the…
Making Sense of Poetry
Mornings are cold these days. My cohort (the class from Dang) members get ready almost on time. At least one or two remain signed up when I enter the Google…
Ode on Moving
I am tracing a point of convergence. Convergence sticks to my conscience as a motto of life. But here I should rather call it the point of return if ‘convergence’…
देश डुल्दा फुरेका विचारहरू
किन हो किन म बढी अप्टिमिस्टिक छु भविष्य पर्खेर बसेको यो देशप्रति त्यही पर्खाइमा समाहित यी देशवासीप्रति यदि रोग हो भने अप्टिमिज्म जुन ठाउँमा छ उपचार यसको त्यहीँ पठाइदेऊ यो…
‘A Delightful Child’ Once Again
I joined the Master in Higher Education program of KUSOED in August 2022. Taking classes as a student after a gap of fifteen years was a unique experience. Today, I…
An Elegy on Hypocrisy
I entered Kathmandu University (KU) in August 2000 with a history almost emaciated by employment at private schools. The founder of the first school I served in Morang knew but…
Post-Fifty Prattle
Coming to Terms Fifty-two years ago, I landed on this earth. I can imagine the ambiance at home. It must have been before sunrise on a cold December 22 morning;…
The COVID Diaspora: A Proposal for New Theoretical Constructs
My interest in diaspora started in 2006 when I visited Jammu for a program and was led to a small town populated by migrant Nepalis, known as Gorkha Nagar. After…
A Letter from My Writer Persona
Dear Maldai I dwell inside you but consider it appropriate to call you daai. I admit that I took form within you only when you learned to scribble and realized…
Cattle Grazing Kafles
Generations of my family up to me went cattle grazing in the forest. I can vividly recount some aspects of styles and experiences from my grandfather. I saw him do…