day 3: a book I love


This is what I am supposed to write about today and it makes me realise how poorly read I am.


Poet Laxmi Prasad Devkota

I think hard, and one book comes to my mind, it is a collection of essays in my native language called Laxmi Nibindha Sangrahaa, written by Mahakabi Laxmi Prasad Devkota. I read this one when I was very young,and I has shaped my thoughts and emotions to a great extent. I just clicked to me that my philosophical take on life is a product of getting to read this great literature early. For those who don’t know what I am talking about, maybe someday I will translate one of his essays, or a poem. Then you will know what I am taking about.

(I am from Nepal)

And there’s this great ccollection of poems by Bhupi Serchaan (I have managed to pose some of them in my blog) called ghumne mech maathi andho manche. Roughly it translates, a blind man in a swivel chaair. 

Hemingway’s Farewell to Arms, Eric Segal’s Doctors, Garcia’s One thousand years of Solitude, Khaled Hosseini‘s The kite Runner, and Paulo Coelho’s Warrior of Light are my favorite too.

Writers have written so much, and so good, its such a wonderful thing.

Here’s my amateurish translation of a stanza from Devkota’s poem Pravu ji malai bhedaa baanau- God, make me a Sheep!

For one prude runny nose,

thousand perfumes..

Forged knowledge from Ved Vyaas

and million followers!

p.s- Dear readers, if you could suggest me some book, I’d like that very much. I want to read more, much more.


day 2: Things I strongly believe in.

Day 2 of my blogging challenge requires me to write about thing I strongly believe in.


A thing or some things? I don’t know. 

I am supposed to write about a thing I guess, and I have been trying to think all day, what do I really really believe in?

Gods, I’m kind of religious, I inherited the faith, so I do believe in that. But more than in religion I believe in religious tolerance. I  am hindu because I was born in a hindu family, as simple as that. I could have been born of any other faith, and I believe my Gods, from Sun to Shiva and Jesus and Allah and Buddha, they take care of us all. We call them different names, just like water is called different things in different languages, but we it quenches thirst of every throat.

It is something divine, we pray to. My prayers have been answered many times.

I believe in Love. When someone says love’s the ultimate thing, source of true happiness, I do believe in that. Because I have loved and known that first hand. So I believe in love and that it makes you do wonders. And I believe that unrequited love can make people go crazy too. I believe in its strength.

I believe in certain abstract things too. Little ones. Miracles too. I believe in what this guy Paulo Coelho  said- if you really want something, the whole universe conspires in your favor. I believe if you catch a leaf falling off the tree, it brings you good luck. I believe in happy coincidences. I believe if you are a good man, no bad things should happen to you. I even believe that if you tell your broken laptop you will treat it better, it will fix itself!

I believe for an ailing patient in hospital, more love and care you show, more are his chances of survival, better chance of getting well soon. I have seen that first hand, many cases.  

These are my funny assumptions, rather difficult to understand.

And even if all these things prove to be wrong, just my mistaken point of view, there’s one thing I can totally believe in, myself. And I do believe in myself.

 I know I am not a genius, and if I stop working hard, stop making efforts, lucky flukes will soon run short, and I will become an insignificant nothing.  I procrastinate a lot, I do things I shouldn’t do, and I avoid things I should be doing (actually, I’m doing just that nowadays), but I believe I can resurrect myself from the low, do the right things, make myself what I really ought to be. I have been in a vacation, for too long now, I was working but not really working, not doing things the best I could. I haven’t tired myself, I haven’t worn myself out, I haven’t tried hard enough. But I really should, make life worth it. I can, I believe in that.




Things to Win my heart


First things first, I am biased towards everyone I meet, strangers. I think everybody’s nice and I’d like to like them until they really piss me off over something. But some of the things that get me really impressed are:

#1 Straight forward, speaking their mind.

#2 Creative attracts me a lot too. Someone who can write a witty piece of article or even say something that makes funny sense.

#3 Good food. I don’t know if I can squeeze this point into this list, but I’ve always loved eating, and like they say, way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!

#4 In touch with reality. Someone who doesn’t fumble over long lines at QFX, or complains how disgusting were people she had to put up with. I don’t like people saying mean things to anybody. Its such a turn off. I like when people can talk reasonably.

#5 And people who care, genuinely. And when they do, I’m smart enough to realise every little efforts they make. I don’t know if its a feeling of obligation, I think it is not, but a reciprocal emotion, of thank you and I like you too.

Selfish it maybe, maybe some kind of a defense mechanism, I can’t really love a person who doesn’t love me, or like.