My World

I almost hit a dog the other day while I was riding on the streets of Kathmandu, I might sound like a horrible person for saying this, but it is true. Hear me out though: the dog was merely, innocently crossing the street, at a fast pace I might add, and I happened to be riding by. Fortunately, nothing happened. But how many accidents do you suppose took place because others did not happen to be so fortunate? The streets of Kathmandu are full of loitering dogs; this is no big surprise for us. Some may have lost their way, some were abandoned, some the results of one on one action between street dogs: but they are there, nonetheless. I would be lying if I say I have not given a thought or two about these dogs. Some days, I feel sympathy for them and wish something could be done. Other days, when I am being chased on my scooter randomly on the streets on my way to college, I really wish something could be done. But when I say something could be done; of course I do not me...

Who here has not heard the Cinderella story? We all grew up listening to it. Remember the harsh life? The ill treatment? The mean step family? The ball? The fairy godmother? The prince? The glass shoe? The happy ending? Of course you do; who am I kidding? We all remember it! Of course we remember the story that made us believe in magic and destiny; in finding one another despite all the hardships and obstacles. I mean, the prince did find her through her shoe in the entire kingdom, did he not? But it is just a story after all; and a classic, I will give it that. But can you imagine how Cinderella, the character, would be like if it were written today: the modern Cinderella? The modern Cinderella would be a fighter. She would not be set by any boundaries. The modern Cinderella would have her freedom but she would not be irresponsible with her freedom. She dreams and she achieves. The modern Cinderella is clad by the beauty of knowledge and wisdom. She would know that be...

I was listening to "93 million miles" by Jason Mraz the other day. To quote the song, there is a line:   “Just know, wherever you go, you can always come back home’. And it just got me thinking: wherever people go, there is no place like home.   What would you picturize in your mind when I say the word ‘home’? a place where your soul is familiar to every corner; where you are surrounded by the people you love; a place where you feel welcomed with open arms without even the need of those words or the gesture; a place where you can be yourself. Home is home, and no house is a home without the people who make it a home; be it a building of bricks or a country.   And yet, we seem to take our home country for granted sometimes. When we see pictures of beaches and tall buildings posted by our friends and family abroad, we do not take a minute to say: “Wow! What a beautiful place! I wish I could go there.” But how often do we stop and appreciate the beauty...

Do you know that feeling: in the pit of your stomach; that fluttery feeling; that uncertain feeling from deep within; that little whisper? You do not know how it is there, you do not know why it is there; you just know it is there. That feeling when you meet someone; or when you are somewhere; of about something you are about to do; of the way something is about to happen. It is that feeling that something is not right or something will happened a certain way; the vibes. Whether it is about someone, something or some decision, it is there. You know that feeling I am talking about? Go with it. It is uncanny how you get that feeling. Maybe it is the way somebody smiles or the way someone behaves or just the situation. Some may call it their gut feeling. Some may call it their intuition. It is unexplainable, but it is there. Go with it. I know this might sound cliché but there are those old sayings ‘prevention is better than cure’ or ‘look before you leap’. It is better to...

They say that eyes are windows to the soul. I wonder, if that were true, how many people have been able to read through my eyes or through me. If they have, they would have seen the chaotic mess that I am within. In a way, aren’t we all? This mess: it consists of mangled up thoughts, both consequences of things done or before doing. It is true that we must think what consequence our actions might bring, what we must speak and how we must speak. But too much of something is never good. And over thinking could bring up problems that ceased to exist before. I remember reading this book called “doshi chasma” by B.P Koirala in the 10 th grade, I suppose we all do. Remember how the character kept blaming his glasses but it was actually his sub consciousness? His over thinking? How many times do you suppose we over think? If you take it from me, I would say many, many times. Thoughts and actions: they complement each other, don’t they? It’s a repetitive cycle somehow. Thoug...