Mundane Moment Musings
It’s not the day Some days are just ordinary, like this particular day. But they do not fail to give varied experiences. Every new day demands a thorough reading of…
The ‘Last’ Semester at the ‘Center’: Ramblings on My Pre-Transfer Tenure
This rambling fulfills a promise though fairly late. I had told the BBIS 2020 batch at the close of their Fall 2021 semester that I would scribble my own while…
Treading the Untrodden Trails
I venture to present a perspective on ‘crisis in the humanities’ from a location that may be considered ‘alternative’. I belong to an academic space that enjoys a fairly little…
The Political Persona
I cast votes without being persuaded to. I vote even when no party or party cadre asks votes from me. Participating in an election is one of the many things…
एउटा सार्थक लडाईँको सुरूवात
एउटा विधाको साँघुरो घेराभित्र रहेर अध्ययन अघि बढाउने क्रममा म दुनियाँमा विकसित अरू धेरै ज्ञानका श्रोतहरूबाट वञ्चित भएको छु। इतिहास, राजनीतिशास्त्र, मनोविज्ञान, तर्कशास्त्र, दर्शनशास्त्र, समाजशास्त्र, मानवशास्त्रजस्ता गहन क्षेत्रहरूभित्रको ज्ञानभण्डारबाट कहिले…
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…
From Old Emails: Dialogue with Students
I unearthed the following email conversations with Undergraduate students while exploring what was there in the archive. These are purely content-based questions and answers. Crafted with clear sense of the…
Outrunning the Unknown
During the early days of teaching one gets to come across diversity of odd but exciting moments. In a public school, the challenge comes from below, from the students. Not…
PhD Is More than You Realize
. . . So, perhaps the biggest realization one would get after PhD is of being scrutinized in terms of performance and potentials. This is good. Majority of the PhDs…
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…
हाम्रै कथाहरूको कुरा
प्रिय रघुजी, फिनिक्स चराको जस्तो जिन्दगी भइसक्यो। तपाईँले भनेझैँ “लकडाउन गुरूकुल” मा बिलिन भएका कारण सान्सारिक रंगहरूसँगको सहवास टुट्यो। दिमागमा लेख्न लायक केही फुरेन। जब अलि-अलि विचारको हलचल भएको अनुभूति…