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…
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…
Try Not to Solve These
Very simple riddles. Try not to solve these. I myself do not. Things live so far as I live. I believed this when I was a child, or was just…
Wrangling about a Poem
A poem does not necessarily make an appeal to everyone. My task as a teacher is to make students understand a poem in the simplest way possible. But, I face…
Spectacle, Aftermath and Awakening
By luck or chance, I am in a condition to speak of three earthquakes, which Nepalis who lived during the last eighty two years narrate with some familiarity and confidence.…
Three-Scar Memento
I suddenly got tormented by a question when I saw scars in my elder son’s hands: “Do I carry something similar in my body that reminds me of my (grand)parents?”…
Wish for a Bigger, Better Choutari
The following piece was written for Nelta Choutari in January 2013 as a reflection of my four-year engagement in team blogging. I remember seeing Shyam only once in one of…
Growing up As a Generalist
On the occasion of the launching of Six Strings some five years ago, one of my professors satirically but with some hint of admiration remarked : “Hem seems at ease…
Prices and costs…
What is the price of favoring truth? What is the cost of disfavoring chicanery? I am perpetually trying to answer these two questions. Even when people look like creating chasms…