Why Me?

WHEN the teacher entered the class and asked me to answer a question,  I thought Why me?  When the bell rang, and I was first to run out of the class,  and the teacher got angry,  I thought Why me?  During exam, I was the one caught cheating,  and I thought Why me?  When results were out, and I was the one to get red circles,  I thought Why me?  But after years of asking Why me,  after years of committing mistakes,  and after years of correcting it,  I can finally say TRY ME!

Why Dreams drive low?

It is often seen that when someone asks a child what do you want to become? Doctor, engineer, pilot are some common answers. These days’ children say actor, musician and sportsman too. Dreams are really big for everyone during initial days. Some want loads of money, some fame and the list goes on. But what happens to those dreams as we grow up?

Ask a man what his dream was. Many may simply laugh! Yes it can be a doctor who wanted to become a sportsman or an engineer who wanted to become a musician! Cases may vary. But I ask why you give up those lively dreams. Are we being practical? Is it the reason? Or we just give up? But why do we?

If the answer is being practical then I hope your answer is an activated complex. A man with high dreams and willpower doesn’t need a catalyst to proceed for the achievement.

With this I conclude because I know you came across the answer. And believe me live with those dreams. It is yours. You will achieve it. 

Impression of the City of Nawabs

Perhaps everyone know about The City of Nawabs but some may not. Let me unveil the name of the city; it’s Lucknow. My journey started from Nepalgunj. It was five in the dawn when my alarm clock waked me up. I am always in rush especially in travels. So this time was also the same. Crossed the Nepali-India border of mid- western region of Nepal and reached Rupaidiha.

 Now the real journey started. It was about six and there were two options either to take the bus to Bairaich and then to Lucknow now or take bus direct to Lucknow after an hour. Why waiting and wasting an hour! So took bus to Bairaich. Bairaich is some 52 kms from Rupaidiha. Reached there in some one and half hours. Some refreshments in Bairaich and then enquired about the timing of bus to Lucknow. One funny thing about Bairaich was I was searching for washroom in the bus park. After some struggle I got a point where there was an arrow showing to small room (ladies washroom) and another arrow towards field for men’s. Lucknow is some 142 kms from Bairaich. Everything was moving smooth just before I bought mazaa at Ram nagar street vender (75 kms before Lucknow). They had stopped bus for some time may be for lunch. I went to take mazza and bus moved with such a furious speed that it wasn’t in sight within seconds. Oh my god! This had never happened with me. And it was a challenging moment. What to do? My bag is in the bus. Some people laughed, joked while some helped us. I called one of my brother who studies in Lucknow for help.

 I took another bus to reach Lucknow which was about 30 minutes late than the one which had left us. I didn’t know the system these Indian Government Transport Officers sorry conductors and drivers follow. They must have asked if anyone is missing or the people sitting beside should have informed. India such a huge country of 100 million people. If people started caring for strangers than what would happen perhaps a paradise.  In this case our Nepal is best. My brother reached Kesarbagh (Bus Station) to take our bag and also the cash which was left to pay. Nothing was precious in the bag. It had just my brush, paste and few medicines. Still property is property.

By the time I had seen some parts of Lucknow through the window near Gomti River called as Gomtinagar. Constructions were huge, broadened roads, statues of martyrs etc.  This was the modern part of Lucknow. Really the magnificence couldn’t be illuminated in words. For once I thought why these developments don’t happen in our country. SAHARA, FUN and MEGA were the largest malls of the city in descending order. So after reaching Kesarbaag we went directly to Immambada which is commonly known as BHULBHULAIYA. It had marvelous architecture but people engaged in the monitoring the visitors and tourists were not respectable. Their behavior was decent just for them who followed there instructions. Taking guide, submitting ones shoes under protection just for money were some of their instructions. They cautioned us if you leave your shoes without any responsibility it may not be there when you come back. So we had to follow all the instructions except one and that was taking guide. I desired to discover the BHULBHULAIYA on my own. Me and my brother for some time were lost in the building. But after seeing a family taking guide we followed them and finally exit. BHULBHULAIYA was the place where NAWABS lived. There is a saying “Banaras ki subha aur Awadh ki saam”. Nawabs decorated the city with lots of light and bouquet in the evening. Their use to be dances in different parts. These all made the night splendid as the saying. But Nawabs are in no condition today. They all have disappeared.

People in India are really amazing. All busy in something. When I came down I saw a man from the top saying “Aap ko paper ki awaz aa rahii hee?” he was shaking the papers so why wouldn’t people listen the sound? After lots of clicks we entered another part of IMAMBADA. There is a well where it is believed that a key is lost. It is said that many have tried to search but failed. The key is the only way to open the TIGORI in the main IMAMBADA. Well they are believes I am not sure about it. Exploring the BHULBHULAIYA was the best part and getting lost in some mid-way was challenging.

After this we went to JANPAT and HAZARATGANJ. These places constructed by Britishers during their rule. HAZARATGANJ was something like KATHMANDU’S DARBAR MARG. Everything branded. We had samosas in JANPAT. They were great. I think TIP TOP was nothing before them. We had spent some two to three hours there. After that we reached VIDAN BHAWAN. I could see people talking of politics. Some talking of Mayawati’s job to change the map of Lucknow. Some rikshawala cursing her. One of them said how did she do? She sucked our blood and erected huge buildings and parks. But we are starving. These parks and buildings are good for foreigners not for us. She did nothing for us; farmers. The other party gave each farmer a cow and some cash. CM Aklesh Kumars party won the election and is presently running the state. He has a good education background as well as political background. So people believe that he will do well for the people.

I was passing through the LUKNOW HIGH COURT. Amazed with the number of people. And many wearing the advocates dress. I had never seen advocates wearing that dress in Nepal and the mass it had in Nepali courts. Are Nepali advocates always informal? Also I could see advocates advertising themselves. I could see large boards on top of each shop advertising an advocate.

It was about 5 pm. We needed some refreshments. So we went to SAHARA mall. It was huge. Had coffee and garden-fresh air. Then we went to KFC. Since it was the time of NAVRATRI I could only take veg items.

It was time for some shopping. We went to AMINABAD. It was like a vegetable market. I saw a person asking for NCERT R.D SHARMA in stationery. And the assistant asking me “ ARE BHAI USKO SAMJHAU!” Overall I had seen almost all parts of Lucknow in just a day. There was no option to stay; any how I had to be present in my hometown the next morning. I reached bus park at 8 pm. If I take bus early then I would reach border at 3 am. And had to wait for local transport. So it was better to take another bus which was to move at 10 am and reach at 5. The two hours of exploration in the bus park started. Some running to catch buses, some sleeping on the floor mostly the Nepalese from rural part who had come for medical treatment. I also found a Nepali waiter in the restaurant where I had my dinner. He was from ROLPA. He also explained me how they were treated here.     

Overall the journey was fantastic with some challenging instants!

       Really Pictures Speak More Than Words!!!

It was 7^th January 2012 I was not in the mood of moving anywhere.  The very morning I got a call from my uncle Mr. Krishna Adhikari. He asked me to attend a program so called Journalists Photo Competition. It was to be held at Bheri Sikshyalaya, Nepalgunj (My Hometown). I responded him that I will attend but wasn’t going to. I got some problem in my laptop so I took it directly to MCCS (Maharaja College of Computer Studies). Fixed it in no time and started facebook.  Mr. Ghanendra Bhandari, CEO of MCCS and my dear uncle asked me is there any happening today in Nepalgunj.?

My Uncle (Ghanendra Bhandari)

I said Journalists Photo Competition is being held. I didn’t know he had such craze for such programmes. He asked to visit $ I couldn’t deny him. So, I again called to Krishna uncle and asked timing and entrance fee which I was bothered because I didn’t wanted to cascade my pocket money. Entrance was free and that was a jovial moment. Since it was to be over at 3 pm and it was already 1 pm we moved just after my call. Me, Uncle and Niyaz (Friend) moved for the happening. Walking in Nepalgunj for just 10 minutes even in winter fluids you. We reached the site. Since announcements were already done and photographers had already moved. We couldn’t meet the creators of those priceless photos. I was really amazed by their work.

I took pics of those photos though I couldn’t capture that High Quality. I really wanted to share them and got opportunity with this post. I would like to start with photos related to politicians then scenes of Kathmandu and finally to struggle for education in rural areas of our country.

Our EX. PM Jhalanath Khanal watching a view with a Binocular that has closed cover. Subash Nemang asking him to open the cover. That’s my interpretation about Subash Nemang. Such politicians run our country!

This picture was awarded as “THE PICTURE OF THE YEAR 2011”. Such scenes are familiar with us as they happen often”THE BANDHS OF NEPAL”. A school child running during bandh one side and civilians and police are aggressive one side. This picture touched me a lot.

I say Kathmandu “CITY OF PROBLEMS”. What problem we don't face  here? Water Problem, Electricity Problem, Transportation Problem, Garbage Problem etc. etc.

We say Sir/Madam this much syllabus it’s too much for test. For us learning is a tough task. Take an example what time do we get in general days except exam days. Be honest with answer. Also how much time do we spend in social networking? This is a proof of our laziness and interest. We reach school by vehicles. Guided by professional teachers. Eat hygienic food. Get best study materials. Information it’s in a click for us. Do you see the picture above? They are secondary level students. They get up early in the morning and do the domestic chores. Do we prepare our breakfast? They do such tasks. Study material totally deprived. Internet is a dream for them. They are students of a village near Trishuli River. If you have seen Trishuli River you could imagine how deep it is and at what pace it moves. With the support of a rope the cross that river. This adventure is a daily routine for them. Do we take this much risk for education. Ah I forgot it is a tough task for us to study even if we have professional guidance, best study material and best facilities. Imagine if we would have been in their place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hope you all like my post.