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…
If You Have a History …
If you have a history, write it; or be prepared to forfeit it to someone who is most willing to erase your name. This conviction inspires the following account. And…
खै, जागिर पो होला कि नहोला
दुईहजार सन्ताउन्न साल साउनको कुरा — “हाउ मालदाइ, केयुमा भ्याकेन्सी खुल्या’ छ है। राम्रो संस्था भन्छन्, कि ट्राइ मार्ने हो”? हातको पत्रिका देखाउँदै मेरो भूतपूर्व रूमपार्टनरले सुनायो। रजिष्ट्रारको नाममा जारी…
Sweet Seventeen
August 11, 2000 (2057-04-27) “A tiring journey to Kathmandu University along with Prem – to apply for the post of a teaching assistant. Useless it was! They want one to…
मतलबी हुन्, मतलबी होइनन्
सँगै उभिएका सहकर्मीले बढ्दै गएको भिडलाई देखाएर भने, “यो जमात अत्यन्तै स्वार्थी मानिसहरूको जमात हो। यिनीहरूले बुझून, सिकून, जीवन सपारून भनेर कति मिहेनत गरियो, घाँटी सुकाइयो, सकेजति गरियो। ऐले हेर्नुस्…
Prices and costs…
What is the price of favouring truth? What is the cost of disfavouring chicanery? I am trying to answer these two questions these days. Even when people look like creating…
Right Things Wronged
Something went wrong with my work in the last semester. It was the time, time and time. It slipped away though I was 24 hours around KU. There were ridiculous…
Thus I Spake to SAUFEST-III
Chairperson, Dignitaries, Guests, Colleagues and Students. Good Afternoon I have stood on this stage many times appearing to take care of almost everything that took place inside and around this…
“The Office in Me?”
When I updated my status in facebook mentioning the start of winter holidays, I received a number of congratulations, best wishes and queries. Congratulations from some friends who knew that…
On the Fifteenth Success
We worked because we wanted to. We worked and it happened — KU’s fifteenth convocation, a big event getting bigger each year. Work for it began about a week ago.…
Post-festival Ruminations
Two festivals have left me puzzled. As always. Something like being left to decide on several alternatives immediately after graduating from a university. Festivals demand concentration. Other priorities are put…