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…
गैर-भौगोलिक माहोलबाट
प्रिय रघुजी, मलाई बेलाबेला यस्तो लाग्छ, मौका पर्छ र सम्भव हुन्छ भने सयौं मानिसले गरिरहने कामभन्दा अलग काम गर्न सकियोस्, अलग सोच्न सकियोस्, अलग लेख्न सकियोस्। तर अलग हुने रटान…
Whose Tutelage?
At times, concerns about young people’s ‘disappearance’ from Nepal sound barely convincing. The young occasionally show unpredictable public presence. They emerge all of a sudden in fairs, fanfares, and festivities.…
More from the Probing Pupils
During one of those years I was active in undergraduate teaching, I initiated a ‘self-imposed mandate’ to write on stuffs that required me to ‘self-probe’. This was assigning students of…
Ramblings of a Hemanist
I am Hem Raj, a humanist. This is my way of introducing myself – my first name and a phrase that describes me in relation to teaching, my profession. A…
My Model of Transformative Pedagogy
If I were given everything (authority and resources) to develop and implement a model of transformative pedagogy in higher education institutions, what would it be like? The question urges me…
On Being Counted among Promising Cousins
I have always found it very difficult to regard a single person as ‘My Mentor.’ It is plainly so because a good number of people have helped shape my life’s…
व्यवहारवादका हस्ती हेडसरलाई पत्र
आदरणीय हेडसर, मैले विद्यालय छोडेको ३५ वर्ष बितिसक्दा तपाईंलाई आज अचानक पत्र लेख्न मन लाग्यो । प्रारम्भमै एउटा कुरा प्रष्ट्याउन चाहन्छु। पढ्दा यो पत्र नकारात्मक लागे तापनि समग्रमा मैले तपाईंलाई…
Learn-English Saga
Father was taught English by a teacher who was educated at a British school in Darjeeling. He had this rare ‘asset’, English, for his time and circle. I owe my…
I Failed the First Grade
I failed in grade one. It was in 2035-2036 BS. I failed without understanding what it meant to fail or pass. The failure itself was so ephemeral and so vulnerable…