‘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;…
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…
Timeless Tidbits
Things happen. People show their attitudes and change demeanors. I experience fluctuations in my view of the world. The phenomena appear static though, theoretically, they are in flux. Isn’t this…
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…
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…
On Intellectual Disuse
Some of our undergraduates show remarkable philosophical leaning when they are allowed to discuss life. The discussion sometimes involves such meaningful questions, directed to the teacher like me: “When do…
A Pursuit Never Seriously Tried
I sing at times. I do it as a passion, as a part of my being who I am born to become. Those who have heard me sing ask me…